Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new; One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.

Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.

No star is lost once we have seen, We always may be what we might have been.

Dreams grow holy put in action.

One by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to grasp them all.

One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below; Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.

Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.

Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, 'Grief will pass away.'

Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming, But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.

Do not look at life's long sorrow; see how small each moment's pain.

Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.

If you think you are easily irritated by people, guess what? You irritate other people easily too!

In fact, in many ways my mother was quite hippy-dippy, serving macrobiotic food and reading 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.'

The General Strike has taught the working class more in four days than years of talking could have done.

A leader must face danger. He must take the risk and the blame, and the brunt of the storm.

Companies are returning a lot of money to shareholders through dividends and buybacks. And a lot of people say that's not a good use of capital. I think that's normal reallocation of capital.

The news is not gender-neutral, but it's usually reported as though it's gender-neutral.

If someone was to tally the number of human hours wasted in business by people trying to accomplish objectives without being given the authority to do so, we would all be appalled.

Mine is a quiet exploration—a quest for new meanings in color, texture and design. Even though I sometimes portray scenes of poor and struggling people, it is a great joy to paint.

The novel is not the author's confession; it is an investigation of human life in the trap the world has become

When we win, it will tell every politician in America that if you are bold, if you do the right thing, if you tackle the tough issues, there will be people standing there right with you.