I gave thee what could not be heard What had not been given before The beat of my heart I gave !

The god of music dwelleth out of doors.

I follow my law and fulfil it all duly and look! when your doubt runneth high North points to the needle!

Treasure the shadow. ... There are no shadows save from substance cast.

To Death I yield, but not to Doubt, who slays before!

Who turns away from gazing at the sun Sees its dusk images fill all the air. It is not otherwise when Hope is done: Her darkling phantoms make the heaven of Despair.

The spirit of the year, like bacchant crowned, With lighted torch goes careless on his way; And soon bursts into flame the maple's spray, And vines are running fire along the ground.

To Death I yield but not to Doubt who slays before!

What mighty battles have I seen and heard waged between the trees and the west wind - an Iliad fought in the fields of air.

I am very confused and it's from a very very long time.......Already is a disease and it's spreading around the world... GLOBAL WARMING!

Do not feel that you are destined not to make that final liberation in this life. This is egotism in a reverse form. Don't be concerned one way or the other.

We are all a people in need. We are not perfect. We are not machines. We make mistakes. We need grace. We need compassion. We need help at times. We need other people. And that's okay.

With Los Angeles, it's kind of a love-hate thing. Sometimes I think it's marvelous, and sometimes I think it's a dump. It's so fake and I can't deal with how fake it is.

I hate when women wear the wrong foundation color. It might be the worst thing on the planet when they wear their makeup too light.

I've never thought of leaving the South, never.

Bolts are the murder of the impossible.

I've built companies, I've created jobs, I know the frustration of small businesses with higher taxes.

People learn more on their own rather than being force fed.

Photographs are still always depictions, it's just that for my generation the model for the photograph is probably not reality any more, but images we have of that reality.