Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.

In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning.

To be a good loser is to learn how to win.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems and remember, no one can get the jump on the future.

Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder.

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.

We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.