And I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting us to ignorance again.

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.

So one of my responsibilities, as a white, cis-gendered woman, is to learn how to be a traitor to the 'joys' of patriarchal culture that I experience, however unconsciously.

Little mouse, " a voice said through the keyhole. "Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?

To believe in God is to yearn for His existence and furthermore it is to act as if He did exist.

A single grateful thought toward heaven is the most perfect prayer.

The emotions must be called upon to give feeling to the thought so that it will take form.

Al Gore may think Medicare is at a crossroads, but his plan puts it on a highway to bankruptcy.

I don't wase time thinking, 'Am I doing it right?' I say, 'Am I doing it?'

I got to holler just to be heard.

Let's just kill everyone and let God sort them out.

Innovation is an ongoing process that you build into your culture.