To me, baseball has always been a reflection of life. Like life, it adjusts. It survives everything.
By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.
The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.
O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells.
No days such honored days as these! While yet Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide For some fair thing which should forever bide On earth, her beauteous memory to set In fitting frame that no age could forget, Her name in lovely April's name did hide, And leave it there, eternally allied To all the fairest flowers Spring did beget.
The wild mustard in Southern California is like that spoken of in the New Testament. . . . Its gold is as distinct a value to the eye as the nugget gold is in the pocket.
O month when they who love must love and wed.
I slept just floating in the middle of the flight deck, the upper deck of the space shuttle.
The military's job is to win the war. A president's job is to win the peace.
. . . If our houses, or clothes, our household furniture and utensils are not works of art, they are either wretched makeshifts, or, what is worse, degrading shams of better things.
The environmental agenda seems swept under the rug a lot, and environmentalists are looked at as tree-huggers who aren't dealing with the real issues when in fact someone needs to be keeping an eye on how we're treating the planet. When politicians bring up the environment, they're immediately labeled as being anti-business. But for the sake of the planet on which we live, we need to take the environment into account.