An author departs; he does not die.

O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Bare long after the rest are green; But as time steals onwards, while none perceives Slowly she clothes herself with leaves.

With faces like dead lovers who died true.

Every man for himself, and the Devil take the hindmost.

according to the old joke, married people are often like little boys bathing, who cry with chattering teeth to the boys on the shore, 'Do come in, it's so warm' - it is not always warm.

Ethics, as has been well said, are the finest fruits of humanity, but they are not its roots

A person who is careless about money is careless about everything, and untrustworthy in everything.

It is not work that kills, but "worry."

Those whose own light is quenched are often the light-bringers.

How the sting of poverty, or small means, is gone when one keeps house for one's own comfort and not for the comfort of one's neighbors.

Young Dandelion On a hedge-side Said young Dandelion Who'll be my bride? Said young Dandelion With a sweet air, I have my eye on Miss Daisy fair.

It is good taste, and good taste alone, that possesses the power to sterilize and is always the first handicap to any creative functioning.

Corn ethanol can help in the short term, but it has serious limitations, and none of this is going to work if we don't dramatically improve the efficiency of our cars and trucks.

I believe anger is a wasted emotion, and I don't like to waste emotions.

Every mind is a room packed with archaic furniture.

The temple of the sylvan goddess, indeed, has vanished, and the King of the Wood no longer stands sentinel over the Golden Bough.

The pedigree's pretty high. For people who are really scary movie fans, this is nirvana. If you're in the mood to get scared, just watch this every week. It'll creep you out.

Among the major tasks before us none is of greater importance for our strength and stability than the task of building up the unity and solidarity of our people.

There is a real, living unity in our time, as in any other, but it lies submerged under a superficial hubbub of sensation.

Being a father is a surprise for me every day.