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

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

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.

Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,

But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.

With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit

Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them

Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new

It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.

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.

Some of us worship in churches, some in synagogues, some on golf courses…