When I shook his hand, it felt like sticking my hand in a catcher's mitt. When he hugged me, he had to bend over. His size made me feel like a little boy.

He was a man that really loved people, people of all colors and creed, it didn't matter what shape or color you came in, Reggie was a man who really loved peop…

God does not exist to to do our will. We exist to do His.

Prayer proceeds miracles.

[of Spode] He was, as I had already been able to perceive, a breath-taking cove. About seven feet in height, and swathed in a plaid ulster which made him look …

We must be clear that when it comes to atoms, language can be used only as in poetry. The poet, too, is not nearly so concerned with describing facts as with c…

J'invente une langue qui doit necessairement jaillir d'une poetique tres nouvelle, que je pourrais definir en ces deux mots: Peindre, non la chose, mais l'effe…