All poetry is putting the infinite within the finite.

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.

If I’d been someone else in a different world I’d've done something different, but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent.

Its really hard to recall the day you became friends with special people.

The richest people are those who have an abundance of what we take with us into the next life.

She owned my eyes. From the moment I saw her. They found purchase on any bit of her that was visible.

Still stands thine ancient sacrifice - An humble and a contrite heart.

Happiness is experienced largely in striving towards a goal, not in having attained things, because our nature is always to want to go on to the next endeavor.

Great is his faith who dares believe his own eyes.

Age is merely a suit, and not a new dress.

Well, I am actually a daughter of the American Revolution

A drinker has a hole under his nose that all his money runs into.