His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears.

Happy are all free peoples, too strong to be dispossessed. But blessed are those among nations who dare to be strong for the rest!

Where Christ brings His cross He brings His presence; and where He is none are desolate, and there is no room for despair.

We can't separate our humanity from our poetry.

Experience, like a pale musician, holds a dulcimer of patience in his hand.

I, who thought to sink, was caught up into love, and taught the whole of life in a new rhythm.

But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!