Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green. Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen. – William Cullen Bryant
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin
The problem is that when government controls the economy, those who can influence government keep winning, and everybody else just stays the same. – Marco Rubio