Let us not forget such words, and all they mean, as hatred, bitterness, and rancor greed, intolerance, bigotry; let us renew our faith and pledge to man, his right to be himself and free.

Music my rampart, and my only one.

But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach, And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling, The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake, Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road A gateless garden, and an open path: My feet to follow, and my heart to hold.

To be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died, who neither listen nor speak.

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink.

Although we sometimes did without a few of life's necessities, we rarely lacked for its luxuries.

And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.