A melancholy sound is in the air, A deep sigh in the distance, a shrill wail Around my dwelling. 'Tis the Wind of night.

The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows.

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.

It is said to be the manner of hypochondriacs to change often their physician.

Hark to that shrill, sudden shout, The cry of an applauding multitude, Swayed by some loud-voiced orator who wields The living mass as if he were its soul!

These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.

But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.

Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.

There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief may hide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.

The groves were God's first temples.

Her beauty is untouchable.

Jehovah-Jireh is a Great provider.

Dreamers dream the dream, Artists live it.

Righteous indignation are the very clothes that liars wear

No matter what culture you're from, everyone loves music.

We can control our lives by controlling our perceptions.

You see, my ambition was not to confound the engineering world but simply to create a beautiful piece of art.

I began by playing for the biggest club in the Lorraine region, went on to the biggest club in France and ended up with the biggest in the world.

Every year I want to experience something that makes me say, "this is the best day of my life."

Do not doubt the holy love of Jesus to your soul when he is laying a heavy hand upon you.