Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West,That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding,Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest?

I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.

When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town.

Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly I well know whither, And rest I well know where.

When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.

So sweet love seemed that April morn, when first we kissed beside the thorn, so strangely sweet, it was not strange we thought that love could never change.

And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.

But I can tell - let truth be told - That love will change in growing old; Though day by day is nought to see, So delicate his motions be.

All things therefore are charged with love, are charged with God and if we knew how to touch them give off sparks and take fire, yield drops and flow, ring and tell of him.

Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation.

O soul, be patient: thou shalt find A little matter mend all this; Some strain of music to thy mind, Some praise for skill not spent amiss.

Love doesn’t conquer all

Statesmanship is developed in the hard knocks of general experience, private and public.

I think we Americans, of all people, understand the importance of a good, legal, constitutional framework as the basis of political life.

I like to move forward and notice things along the roadside that indicate where I should go.

It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But the half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.

You are all so lucky to be living here. If I live in Manila I would definitely live in Azure.

Only miracle is plain; it is in the ordinary that groans with the weight of glory.

Art is the extended arm of your imagination, The feast of inspiration for your muse. Art isn't just creativity, its a way of life.

True love comes along after adolescence, when we have learned not to cry for nothing.

Texas has no system in place, and what you have is chaos.