“But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.”

Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’

Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.

One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.

Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.

Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.

No star is lost once we have seen

One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going

Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.

The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be

Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?

Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,

We always may be what we might have been.

The stars can only shine In the dark night.

Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?

Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.

See how time makes all grief decay.

There is no avoiding the fact that we live at the mercy of our ideas This is never more true than with our ideas about God.

I am myself my own commander.

So, whatever initial trepidation or fear I may have had was alleviated by those factors.

I read. It affects every decision that I make.

The school of hard knocks is an accelerated curriculum.

It will be helpful in our mutual objective to allow every man in America to look his neighbor in the face and see a man – not a color.

It’s easy to actually get the ink on the page

I like to go in the opposite direction and do a short film, or something else.