A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

Let me tell you the secret that has led me to my goal: my strength lies solely in my tenacity.

History is the record of God's providence in the world.

Do not pity the dead, Harry, pity the living, and above all those who live without love.

Everyone has talent. What's rare is the courage to follow it to the dark places.

You cannot have what you do not want

By perseverance the snail reached the ark.