There is a certain phase in the life of the aged when the warmth of the heart seems to increase in direct proportion with the years.

When the sappy boughs Attire themselves with blooms, sweet rudiments Of future harvest.

We will continue to see a convergence of the digital and physical world. Those who conquer that trend will be market leaders.

When I'm writing a novel, I'm dealing with a double life. I live in the present at the same time that I live in the past with my characters. It is this that makes a novelist so eccentric and unpleasant.

Traditionally, songwriters can't sing. And that holds true in my case, also.

Little pains In a due hour employ'd great profit yields.

My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, By time subdued (what will not time subdue!), A horrid chasm disclosed.