Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red.

Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.

Spring's last-born darling, clear-eyed, sweet, Pauses a moment, with white twinkling feet, And golden locks in breezy play, Half teasing and half tender, to repeat Her song of May.

Earth's saddest day and gladdest day were just three days apart!

As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful minister.

Men die but sorrow never dies.

Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen my soul, to the glad refrain, And in spite of old sorrow… and possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin again.

Now the last red ray is gone; Now the twilight shadows hie.

In the deep shadow of the porch A slender bind-weed springs, And climbs, like airy acrobat, The trellises, and swings And dances in the golden sun In fairy loops and rings.

Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and is content.

We ring the bells and we raise the strain We hang up garlands everywhere And bid the tapers twinkle fair, And feast and frolic - and then we go Back to the same old lives again.

Sometimes we get through adversity only by imagining what the world might be like if our dreams should ever come true.

Your first and foremost job as a leader is to take charge of your own energy and then help to orchestrate the energy of those around you.

You cannot go back and make a new start, but you can start now and make a new ending

I love being an author - its the first job I've ever had where I'm paid to daydream. Greig Beck

Managers maintain the present while leaders create the future.

Our lives are made up of time, and the quality of our existence depends on our wise use of the moments we are given.

Who I am, what I am, is the culmination of a lifetime of reading, a lifetime of stories. And there are still so many more books to read. I'm a work in progress.

The Infinite is only a manner of speaking.

I do quite a lot of flying in my concerts.

I have a terrifying long list of fears. Literally everything - diseases, spiders... and people getting tired of me.