The past is dead, and has no resurrection.

Poetry has been to me something more than amusement, it has been a cheering companion when I had no other to fly to, a delightful solace.

Earthly pride is like the passing flower, that springs to fall, and blossoms but to die.

To wind the mighty secrets of the past, And turn the key of time.

We should teach our children to make friends with us, to communicate all their thoughts to us ... by this we find many opportunities of teaching them important truths, almost without knowing.

Goodness, Time's rude hand defies, And winter lives when beauty dies.

I, a Laconian dog, can bite again: Yes, I can make the Daunian tiger flee, Much more a bragging, foul-mouth'd whelp like thee.

So, on the eastern summit, clad in gray, morn, like a horseman girt for travel, comes, and from his tower of mist night's watchman hurries down.

And care, whom not the gayest can outbrave, Pursues its feeble victim to the grave.

Christianity is not a mere set of opinions to be embraced by understanding. It is the work of the heart as well as the head.

When the day of misfortune comes and (comes it must sooner or later to all )we may be prepared with Christian fortitude to endure the shock.

I want everything or nothing. A life for a life, taking one and giving up another without hesitation and beyond recall. Or else better have nothing!

The culmination of every supreme nationalism is a consummate universalism.

The higher American patriotism, on the other hand, combines loyalty to historical tradition and precedent with the imaginative projection of an ideal national Promise.

I don't think I've ever read poetry, ever. I'm not really book-smart.

Don't think so much of your own Cunning, as to forget other Men's; a Cunning Man is overmatched by a cunning Man and a Half.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet.

Wanna move out the hood and defeat that cancer I ask how she stay on her feet like dancers How she keep on adding paint to a life-size canvas.

Always know and remember that you are more than your physical body.

Steve Ovett, Sebastian Coe, Steve Cram - the vanguard of our cream

There is no wisdom in useless and hopeless sorrow.