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!

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

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.

the joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you

You can't put a price tag on love but you can on all its accessories.

Education, I fear, is learning to see one thing by going blind to another.

If I would do another 'Terminator' movie I would have Terminator travel back in time and tell Arnold not to have a special election.

I'd like my coffin to be a camera obscura so I can see what's going on outside.

We have to move from making good advertising, to making advertising good.

Surely if we have learned anything from the history of morals it is that the thing to do with a moral quandary is not to hide it.

A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.

Watch a cat when it enters a room for the first time. It searches and smells about, it is not quiet for a moment, it trusts nothing until it has examined and made acquaintance with everything.

All blessings are mixed blessings.

The mind may be exhausted, but the language of the heart is inexhaustible.