“There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet”

In my end is my beginning.

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.

Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.

Humor is also a way of saying something serious.

Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.

Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.

Distracted from distraction by distraction

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Honest people don’t hide their deeds.

We provide food that customers love, day after day after day. People just want more of it.

My book came out; and people began to think that topsy-turvy Louisa would amount to something after all.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

Creative people have to be fed from the divine source. I have to get fed. I had to get filled up in order to pour out.

It’s good to believe in yourself, but there are people out there who can make or break you.

Do you know what happens with people who cannot govern themselves? That’s right. Others come in to govern for them.

A lot of people didn’t get to see Butler’s skills throughout the course of the season.