Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?

There is a quiet at the heart of love, And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.

I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.

Take love when love is given.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.

It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise.

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.

The leaves fall patiently Nothing remembers or grieves The river takes to the sea The yellow drift of leaves.

Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.

All things in Fiji are paid for in blood.

The great courage is to stare as squarely at the light as at death.

There is no scriptural basis for segregation. The ground at the foot of the cross is level, and it touches my heart when I see whites standing shoulder to shoulder with blacks at the cross.

Nigeria is what it is because its leaders are not what they should be.

Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?

I love horses so much. Horses are my life.

Of the horse I will say nothing because I know the times.

You can sing if you have a great voice, but to connect that instrument to the text and connect it to the subtext, what lies underneath and the emotion, is indeed a rare talent.

Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads.