All poetry is difficult to read - The sense of it anyhow.

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.

I only write when the spirit moves me ... and the spirit moves me every day. William Faulkner, Oxford, Mississippi

To know one's self is wisdom but to know one's neighbor is genius.

You’re the only one for me. I came back from the dead for you, Daisy. Twice.

I was really excited to have the opportunity to make Fiddler.

There's no such thing as coulda, shoulda, or woulda. If you shoulda and coulda, you woulda done it.

Why do I and everyone I love pick people who treat us like we're nothing"; - "We accept the love we think we deserve.

Nothing will carry you through hardship like a sincere devotion to Christ.

One of the things that's so striking about shamanism in the native context is the absence of mental illness.

Photography is no longer a love affair with the beauty of reality.

Prejudice is always dangerous.