What is the flesh and blood compounded ofBut a few moments in the life of time?This prowling of the cells, litigious love,Wears the long claw of flesh-arguing crime.

Men expect too much, do too little.

The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail; Far off a precise whistle is escheat To the dark; and then the towering weak and pale.

Poets are mysterious, but a poet when all is said is not much more mysterious than a banker.

Other psychological theories say a good deal about compensation.

The day's at end and there's nowhere to go, Draw to the fire, even this fire is dying; Get up and once again politely lying Invite the ladies toward the mistletoe.

The mission for the day is to encourage students to think beyond traditional career opportunities, prepare for future careers and entrance into the workplace.

I have felt darkness lead me by the hand Over the hill to greet the singing dawn.

In the cold morning the rested street stands up To greet the clerk who saunters down the world.

So face with calm that heritage And earn contempt before the age.

Experience means conflict, our natures being what they are, and conflict means drama.

He didn't like religion, hadn't liked it for years, but he adored churches, loved them like old scientific instruments whose time is long past but are nevertheless fascinating and strange.

I've been playing against older and stronger competition my whole life. It has made me a better tennis player and able to play against this kind of level despite their strength and experience.

Zac Efron is like a brother who's just goofy and crazy. He plays a lot of practical jokes.

It is safe to tell the pure in heart that they shall see God, for only the pure in heart want to.

There aren't many pratfalls in comedy anymore.

In Haiti you had the Duvaliers for 29 years and they were very well supported by the United States.

Whenever you respect and admire a spiritual quality, it starts to grow in yourself.

A good idea is about ten percent and implementation and hard work, and luck is 90 percent.

I think of the quietness of Julian's voice as he said I love you, the steadiness of his rib cage rising and falling against my back, as we sleep.I love you, Julian. But the words don't come.

Man makes machines to man the machines that make the machines.