Money cannot buy the fuel of love but is excellent kindling.

To save your world you asked this man to die; would this man, could he see you now, ask why?

Let us honor if we can the vertical man, though we value none but the horizontal one

Every high C accurately struck demolishes the theory that we are the irresponsible puppets of fate or chance.

Does God judge us by appearances? I Suspect that He does.

A poet must never make a statement simply because it is sounds poetically exciting; he must also believe it to be true.

Yet no one hears his own remarks as prose.