“Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.”

What can be explained is not poetry.

The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.

Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.

It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.

Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.

In dreams begins responsibility.

If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.

When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?

It seems to me that true love is a discipline.

The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.

only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.

And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.

We must constantly encourage ourselves and each other to attempt the heretical actions that our dreams imply and so many of our old ideas disparage.

Do every act of your life as though it were the very last act of your life.”

Love is action. It isn’t just talk, and it never was.

The superior man is modest in his speech, but exceeds in his actions.

We must act, knowing that our work will be imperfect.

I’m a woman of very few words, but lots of action.

As I look at our world Today, I am deeply impelled to Action. The “call” has spoken to me and I will humbly, gratefully and aggressively respond.⁣

There are risks and costs to action. But they are far less than the long range risks of comfortable inaction.