Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.
Not poppy, nor mandrake, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep, Which thou owest yesterday.
Life is a quest and love a quarrel.
Under my head till morning; but the rain, Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh, Upon the glass and listen for reply...
It’s not love’s going hurts my days But that it went in little ways.
Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me.
Cut if you will with sleep’s dull knife, the years from off your life, my friend! the years that death takes off my life, he’ll take from off the other end!
So up I got in anger, And took a book I had, And put a ribbon on my hair To please a passing lad. And, “One thing there’s no getting by – I’ve been a wicked girl,” said I; But if I can’t be sorry, why, I might as well be glad!
I know, but I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
The poor have much to teach you. You have much to learn from them.
Go to the poor, there you will find God.
It is from your hands that Our Lord, in the person of the sick, seeks relief.
Lord, help me to make time today to serve you in those who are most in need of encouragement or assistance.
I’m supportive of women, absolutely, and it’s so gratifying to have girls come up and say, ‘I’m really inspired by your guitar playing.’ I mean no disrespect to the sisterhood, but musically I feel more drawn to things like Dirty Projectors, the National and Grizzly Bear.
Guitar is just something I can do. So much of it now is muscle memory, just instinct.
Extend your mercy towards others, so that there can be no one in need whom you meet without helping. For what hope is there for us if God should withdraw His Mercy from us?
However great the work that God may achieve by an individual, he must not indulge in self-satisfaction. He ought rather to be all the more humbled, seeing himself merely as a tool which God has made use of.
Let us love God my brothers, let us love God. But let it be with the strength of our arms and the sweat of our brow.
I’ve been so entwined with technology since I was about 15, recording myself and multitracking and producing things on my own.
It is absolutely necessary, both for our advancement and the salvation of others, to follow always and in all things the beautiful light of faith.