For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

One brave deed makes no hero.

Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew.

God's colors all are fast.

Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together.

From the death of the old the new proceeds, and the life of truth from the death of creeds.

It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.

Beauty seen is never lost, God's colors all are fast.

As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.

The smile of God is victory.

You don't always win your battles, but it's good to know you fought.

Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well.

Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all.

The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.

You dont always win your battles but its good to know you fought.

For all sad words of tongue and pen the saddest are these It might have been.

A little smile a word of cheer A bit of love from someone near A little gift from one held dear Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas

A faint blush melting through the light of thy transparent cheek like a rose leaf bathed in dew.

Oh for boyhoods painless play sleep that wakes in laughing day health that mocks the doctors rules knowledge never learned of schools.

The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray And darkly circled gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon.

Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings; I know that God is good!

And close at hand, the basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood.

Peace hath higher tests of manhood than battle ever knew.

Rest if you must, but never quit.

For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: 'It might have been!

For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, "It might have been."

Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying.

The windows of my soul I throw wide open to the sun.

Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.

After I'd produced about two dozen pen and ink drawings, one evening I decided that they needed poems to accompany them. I still have no idea where that notion came from, but it took me about two hours to produce verses for these creatures.

Then I decided I couldn't just crawl in the corner and die, so I started putting pen to paper and wrote some songs. I had no idea what for or who I was going to work with. I tried to find my way and direction.

When I say artist I mean the man who is building things - creating molding the earth - whether it be the plains of the west - or the iron ore of Penn. It's all a big game of construction - some with a brush - some with a shovel - some choose a pen.

If you want a transcript of tonight's program, get a pen and write down everything I said.

I'm not letting him write anything. I didn't do anything. I just took his pen.

I've been in a serious conversation with one of my children, and a fan has come up. I've been in a public bathroom and had the hand come under the stall with a paper and pen. That sort of thing anybody can live without.

I like photographing the people I love, the people I admire, the famous, and especially the infamous. My last infamous subject was the extreme right wing French politician Jean-Marie Le Pen.

What has any poet to trust more than the feel of the thing? Theory concerns him only until he picks up his pen, and it begins to concern him again as soon as he lays it down.

When I came to New York and I opened the window of the thirty-fifth-floor apartment, there's light pollution and fog, and I couldn't see my star. So I drew it on my wrist with a pen, but it kept washing away. Then I went to a tattoo parlor on Second Avenue and had it done.

I've criticized President Bush for his failure to use his veto pen. There's plenty of blame to go around. The question is how to solve problems. It's not bailouts. What made America great? Free markets, free enterprise, manufacturing, job creation. That's how we're gonna do it, not by enlarging government.

You want to be a writer, don't know how or when? Find a quiet place, use a humble pen.

I am a man-pen. I feel through the pen, because of the pen.

Caesar had perished from the world of men, had not his sword been rescued by his pen.

But this is neither here nor there why do I mention it? Ask my pen, it governs me, I govern not it.

I am not afraid of the pen, or the scaffold, or the sword.

I was coming back from Tel Aviv recently, and we had forty minutes of bumps. I got so scared I grabbed a paper and pen and put them in my pocket, just in case we crashed and I needed to write a letter from wherever we landed.