Formula for success: rise early, work hard, strike oil. J.Paul Getty

The world hangs like a heart-shaped locket around my neck.

When am I going to learn to stop questioning authority and just eat the Soylent Green?

So how can a poet-an intelligent, serious poet-write mystical verse now? The poetry of Adam Zagajewski provides the beginning of an answer to this question.

Happy is he who still loves something he loved in the nursery: He has not been broken in two by time; he is not two men, but one, and he has saved not only his soul but his life.

In a country with millions of people & cars going everywhere, the enemy is going to get a car bomb out there once in a while.

It's fear that makes a situation dangerous.

I see God through my children. I speak to God through my children. I am humbled for the blessings He has given me.

To be a star, you must shine your own light, follow your path, and don't worry about the darkness, for that is when the stars shine brightest. Always do what you are afraid to do.

Men are what their mothers made them. You may as well ask a loom which weaves huckabuck why it does not make cashmere as to expect poetry from this engineer or a chemical discovery from that jobber.

I'm just not sure I trust the federal government not to trample on civil liberties.