Who do you serve? Do you serve somebody? I serve the poem, no one..

I never have anything to talk about..

What God originates, God orchestrates..

I like my work to stand on its own as much as possible..

There is beauty in everything, Just not everybody sees it.

Swallows and Amazons for-ever!.

Some changes are so slow, you don't notice them, others are so fast, they don't notice you..

Its best to live as if it were the first and last day of my life..

Seek that your last days may be your best days, and so you may die in a good old age, which may be best done when you die good in old age, and are su….

It ought to be the business of every day to prepare for our last day..

The last day will prove that some of the holiest men that ever lived are hardly known..

Everybody live like it's the last day you will ever see..