“In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.”

“It is cold at six-forty in the morning on a March day in Paris, and seems even colder when a man is about to be executed by firing squad.”

“In the morning when you finally go
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low,
And the cardinal hits the window.
In the morning in the winter shade,
On the first of March, on the holiday,
I thought I saw you breathing.”

“O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move
The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.”

“My future starts when I wake up every morning. Every day I find something creative to do with my life.”

“America took me into her bosom when there was no longer a country worthy of the name, but in my heart I am German – German in my soul.”

“I purchased a gun when I was a young man. I've been a hunter pretty much all my life.”

“I always remember my disappointment the next morning when I found that my hand was still on because I thought, well, if I lost my hand I'm all right, I shall live, they can't send me out without a hand again. I was 20 then, it's not altogether a right thought for a young man to hope that he's been maimed for life.”

“When I was young, I was so interested in baseball that my family was afraid I'd waste my life and be a pitcher. Later they were afraid I'd waste my life and be a poet. They were right.”

“Changeless march the stars above,
Changeless morn succeeds to even;
And the everlasting hills,
Changeless watch the changeless heaven.”