The starry brocade of the summer night Is linked to us as part of our estate; And every bee that wings its sidelong flight Assurance of a sweeter, fairer fate.

Lo and behold! God made this starry wold, The maggot and the mold; lo and behold! He taught the grass contentment blade by blade, The sanctity of sameness in a shade.

You cannot choose your battlefield, The Gods do that for you; But you can plant a standard Where a standard never flew.

Across the downs a hummingbird Came dipping through the bowers, He pivoted on emptiness To scrutinize the flowers.

In the darkness, who would answer for the color of a rose, Or the vestments of the May moth and the pilgrimage it goes?

Once a pallid Vestal Doubted truth in blue; Listed red in ruin, Harried every hue; Barricaded vision, Garbed herself in sighs; Ridiculed the birthmarks Of the butterflies.

The rose has told In one simplicity That never life Relinquishes a bloom But to bestow An ancient confidence.

Let go the lure The striving to unmake; Behold the truth Whenever heart may ache There is a glory In a great mistake.

There is a glory in a great mistake.

The sun shall shine in ages yet to be, The musing moon illumine pastures dim, And afterwards a new nativity For all who slept the dreamless interim.

Oh I'm in love with the janitor's boy, And the janitor's boy loves me; He's going to hunt for a desert isle In our geography.

Think like a Fox, but don't Behave like one!

Stop looking back when your future is ahead of you

You think you deserve to be sad, " he says. There is a moment of silence as we look at each other. "You think it is okay for you to be sad every day. But it's not okay. And you do not deserve it.

If you stop being judgemental

It is very nearly impossible... to become an educated person in a country so distrustful of the independent mind.

I always say that the real success of Wine Library wasn't due to the videos I posted, but to the hours I spent talking to people online afterward, making connections and building relationships.

Abstraction and luxury are the guard dogs of the upper class.

It is a time-honored adage that love begats love...cast your bread upon the waters and ye shall receive it after many days, increased to a hundredfold.

It is in vain for us to devise schemes by which competition can be put out of civilized life. Competition is the condition of life.

Every project has challenges, and every project has its rewards.