Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.

Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.

'Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do.

No, when the fight begins within himself, A man's worth something.

Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.

Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?

Ignorance is not innocence but sin.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.

But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?

Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.

Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.

It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.

Autumn wins you best by this, its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.

I'm always workin', man. I gotta pay the light bills.

Be not afraid of going slowly, be afraid only of standing still.

Part of the secret of a success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside.

Life is simple. You just have to stop trying to figure it out.

Britain is still seen as a beacon for decency, for democracy, for vigorous judges upholding the rule of law and, dare I say it, a free press. I respect the press in theory, but when you see some of the things it writes about you, it's not exactly a happy relationship.

It_takes someone really brave to be a mother, someone strong to raise a child and someone special to love someone more than herself.

It would be good for us Africans to accept ourselves as we are and recapture some of the positive aspects of our culture.

My kids have a great dad. I don't really want them to have a stepfather, and I don't think they do, either.

Tens of thousands have been killed or wounded by the Israeli army since 1967. During 2006, the number of Palestinians killed reached 650. Since the beginning of the Israeli occupation in 1967, more than 650,000 Palestinians have been detained by Israel - about 40% of the male population.

When you don't have access to a subject, and all you have is ex-members and critics, there is this gravitational pull toward telling a certain version of events. Scientology would say this, and they have a point, that it's like doing a portrait of a marriage in which you're only hearing from the ex-wife and not the ex-husband.

My ideology was, if I just make very happy music, very happy music, then people will forget about whatever their problems are. I will forget about my problems.

People read inevitability as entitlement, and the American people want their candidates to sweat for the job. They want them to actually make a case for the job.

If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.

First there was racism. Then liberals created institutional racism and coded racism. You can only hear it with a dog whistle.

I come from a family with big hearts, so I love to put smiles on people's faces.

I tend to keep things that bother me clandestine... well-hidden. I'm also not very good at recognising the reasons that change my moods - they just seem to happen, which is not great for those around me.

I feel like my work has been my path to freedom from having grown up in a segregated environment.

I really work. I like feeling that I've nailed it, and we've got the picture.

Publication is a self-invasion of privacy.

The hardest thing to do is something that is close to nothing.

A vessel is formed from a lump of clay with care, however, it is the empty space within the vessel that makes it useful.

I write what I'm interested in.

Be careful with how you make the world perceive you, because they'll perceive you like that for the rest of your life.

Do you remember when you were 10 or 11 years old and you really thought your folks were the best? They were completely omniscient and you took their word for everything. And then you got older and you went through this hideous age when suddenly they were the devil, they were bullies, and they didn't know anything.