A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.

My sun sets to rise again.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.

Hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, And great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this world's life.

There is no greater pillar of stability than a strong, free and educated woman, and there is no more inspiring role model than a man who respects and cherishes women and champions their leadership!

The Little Drummer Boy" was playing in the background for what seemed like the third time in a row. I fought off an urge to beat that Little Drummer Boy seneless with his own drumsticks.

When all is lost, there is still a memory.

The real success is experiencing the bitters of life rather more than sweets.

The youth, intoxicated with his admiration of a hero, fails to see, that it is only a projection of his own soul, which he admires.

In so complex a thing as human nature, we must consider, it is hard to find rules without exception.

I mean, a lot of the times I think I'm seen as a bad girl, and I think that's because I'm so open.

Strong states and blocs of strong states are the only source of power and legitimacy capable of driving an international agenda in today's world.

A portion of the multitude must ever be coerced.

The less people know, the more they yell.