“We fear what we most desire.”

“The pain we cause will haunt our memories and eat at our souls. I do not seek forgiveness, only the emptiness of death.”

“Sometimes thatwhich we fearstrengthens ourspirit and givesus a splashof hope.”

“Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home.”

“Hope is a gift. Use it wisely.”

“Memory is a sly devil that pretends to wear the cloak of truth, but deceives us both in our youth and our age.”

“What I really want is to be recognized as a writer; that someday, my poetry — this is an interesting paradox — would be taught in English classes; for my name, along with my poetry, to exist 500 ye...”

“After you are gone, people may forget most of what you have said and done. But they will remember that you loved them.”

“In the end, every man's life is but a tale told to him that's lived it, and to him alone.”

“My life is an open book; at least this photo album".~R. Alan Woods [2013]”

“Im not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Ive seen a chunk of the universe, true, but theres still so much more to see. I doubt Ill ever cure t...”

“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.”

“Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmonious...”