The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.

Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.

As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.

Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.

Vain trifles as they seem, clothes have, they say, more important offices than to merely keep us warm. They change our view of the world and the world's view of us.

By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?

Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?

Feel the fear and do it anyway!

I feel as though the world is a friendly boy walking along in the sun.

Great and good are seldom the same man.

Poetry is a language in which man explores his own amazement.

Everyone has to decide how they're going to appear in their lives, how they're going to put themselves out there to the world.

Look, the key for me is to keep expectations low.

You must learn to translate wisdom and strong feelings into labor.

I believe that religious education must be the sole concern of religious associations.

ISIS is the new jihad - violent jihadist vanguard in the Middle East and globally.

What I try to do - and I think this is the former librarian in me - is to get primary source material.