Outrage and possibility are in all the poems we know.

What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.

The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.

However confused the scene of our life appears, however torn we may be who now do face that scene, it can be faced, and we can go on to be whole.

As we live our truths, we will communicate across all barriers, speaking for the sources of peace. Peace that is not lack of war, but fierce and positive.

Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.

The journey is my home.

If we look long enough and hard enough ... we will begin to see the connections that bind us together, and when we recognize those connections, we will begin to change the world.

The sources of poetry are in the spirit seeking completeness.

If there were no poetry on any day in the world, poetry would be invented that day. For there would be an intolerable hunger.

Reality is the completion of experience.

Normal" is just a setting on your dryer.

Beauty, my first girlfriend said to me, is that inner quality often associated with great amounts of leisure time.

For every summer & every summer after.Promise your-self to bare a bit more.To take things to a new level.To reinvent. To reflect back.To keep things humble.To tie up loose ends &Let the Sparks Fly...

We may rifle the treasures of antiquity and make the heathen contribute to the gospel even as Hiram of Tyre served under Solomon's direction for the building of the Temple.

With some stories, you really can't rush things. And it's often best just to sit back and enjoy the journey for what it is.

I am struggling to maintain the government, not to overthrow it. I am struggling especially to prevent others from overthrowing it.

To all general purposes we have uniformly been one people each individual citizen everywhere enjoying the same national rights, privileges, and protection.

To be calm is the highest achievement of the best of what you have.

Getting on a plane, I told the ticket lady, "Send one of my bags to New York, send one to Los Angeles, and send one to Miami." She said, "We can't do that!" I told her, "You did it last week!"

I learned the first night that IHOP's not the place to order fish.