Our faith comes in moments. . . yet there is a depth in those brief moments which constrains us to ascribe more reality to them than to all other experiences.
I fear no man, no woman; flower does not fear bird, insect nor adder.
Light threatens, is active, is gone, so it is with a song.
She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the daffodils.
Escape from the power of the hunting pack, and to know that wisdom is best and beauty sheer holiness.
Sing and your hell is heaven, your heaven less hell.
I testify to rainbow feathers, to the span of heaven and walls of colour, the colonnades of jasper.
I'm sort of focused on my long-term goal of carving out a career that's for life, rather than being a flash in the pan.
The study of women's intelligence and personality has had broadly the same history as the one we record for Negroes. . . in drawing a parallel between the position of, and feeling toward, women and Negroes, we are uncovering a fundamental basis of our culture.
I talk to cryptographers, some of the leading technologists in the world, all the time about how we can deal with these issues. It is not possible to create a back door that is only accessible, for example, to the FBI.
Never beg for mercy. Accept that you have failed. Begging is for dogs and humans.