Bill Martin

“For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.”
― T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

“We strode across that lonely plain like men who seek the road they strayed from and who count the time lost till they find it once again.”
― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy

“A poet’s freedom lies precisely in the impossibility of worldly success. It is the freedom of one who knows he will never be anything but a failure in the world’s estimation, and may do as he pleases. The poet is a man on the sidelines of life, sidelined for life. He belongs to the aristocracy of the outcast, the lowest of the low, below the salt of the earth. A member of the most ancient regime in the world. One that cannot, it seems, be overthrown.”
― Walter Martin, Complete Poems: Charles Baudelaire

“Jesus, allow me to grieve the sinfulness of sin—the sinfulness of my sins. Now that I’m no longer guilty or condemned, let me fearlessly see my sins, ruthlessly hate my sins, and relentlessly repent of my sins.”
― Scotty Smith, Everyday Prayers: 365 Days to a Gospel-Centered Faith