Heart-mysteries there, and yet when all is saidIt was the dream itself enchanted me("The Circus Animal's Desertion")

Come away, O human child!To the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

When you are old and grey and full of sleep And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep

How far away the stars seem, and how farIs our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!

O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer, Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, How can we know the dancer from the dance?

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.

If you keep on dreaming, you'll never achieve anything. But if you start hardworking, I know you will do

Real joy is not found in having the best of everything but in trusting that God is making the best of everything.

I insist on the dignity and God- given potential and work of every child, regardless of race or gender or sexual orientation or what zip code they were born in.

If you want to build a great company, get the hell out of Silicon Valley.

Good writing is almost the concomitant of good history. Literature and history were joined long since by the powers which shaped the human brain; we cannot put them asunder.

All but God is changing day by day.

Nothing is quite as satisfying and exhausting as teaching.

If we wish our civilization to survive we must break with the habit of deference to great men.

No black man wants a blue-eyed black child, and no white man wants a kinky-haired white child. Nature didn't mean it to be that way.