A charmed life old goodness hath; the tares may perish, but the grain is not for death.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas!

Through this broad street, restless ever, ebbs and flows a human tide, wave on wave a living river; wealth and fashion side by side; Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide.

Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying.

Along the river's summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And trembles on its arid stalk the hoar plum of the golden-rod.

Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play!

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God, who loveth all his works, Has left his Hope with all.

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

Green calm below, blue quietness above.

Love is still alive in my heart. Dreams are still alive at the dead of night. Hopes are still dancing in my mind.

Sometimes you have to put yourself in other people’s shoes to really understand the hardships of their souls.

I have always learned to distinguish the important from the urgent.

We're right next to Mile High Stadium. I'm no rocket scientist, but...uh...(smile).

Be true to what matters most to your heart.

As an actor, you don't want to be typecast, because Hollywood is so quick to put you in things that you've succeeded in before.

I should be content to look at a mountain for what it is and not as a comment on my life.

Sleep, baby, sleep. Thy father's watching the sheep. Thy mother's shaking the dreamland tree, and down drops a little dream for thee.

If you wish to be brothers, let the arms fall from your hands. One cannot love while holding offensive arms.

There is no such thing as a good or bad ad in isolation. What is good at one moment is bad at another. Research can trap you into the past.