Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter.

And some by hours; Some measure days by dreams And some by flowers; My heart alone records My days and hours.

At daybreak Morn shall come to meIn raiment of the white winds spun.

Into the sunset's turquoise marge The moon dips, like a pearly barge; Enchantment sails through magic seas, To fairland Hesperides, Over the hills and away.

There are haunters of the silence, ghosts that hold the heart and brain.

This is the truth as I see it, my dear, Out in the wind and the rain: They who have nothing have little to fear, Nothing to lose or to gain.

What magic shall solve us the secretOf beauty that's born for an hour?

Some shall reap that never sow And some shall toil and not attain.

Again let us dream where the land lies sunny And live, like the bees, on our hearts' old honey, Away from the world that slaves for money-- Come, journey the way with me.

He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone....

The equality of tolerance is not that far from indifference, and very far from the equality of opportunity that LBJ envisioned.

People will not look forward to posterity who never look backward to their ancestors.

Respect is earned, Honesty is appreciated. Trust is gained. Loyalty is returned.

I did not have a chance to write novels until my youngest child started school fulltime

Build something with enduring value.

Guys don't do that when they go out. Guys don't wear outfits that feature the dong.

I'm not bitter. Why should I be bitter? I'm thrilled to death with life.

Most liberties have been won by people who broke the law.

I had six good years and one bad one, and everyone was wondering whether I'd have a good one again.