Are there not, dear Michael, Two points in the adventure of the diver,- One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge; One, when a prince he rises with his pearl? Festus, I plunge.

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.

Never become impatient with the process, bored with the pace, frustrated at the meager results, just keep trying.

It is in the brain that the poppy is red, that the apple is odorous, that the skylark sings.

Rather than allowing your failures to define you, learn from your experience to do better next time.

They knew that no one heard, that bloodless people cannot be made to bleed. So they blew what everyone had heard before, they reassured everyone that nothing terrible was happening.

When we go to our meeting with God we should go like a patient to his doctor first to be thoroughly examined and afterwards to be treated for our ailment. Then something will happen when you pray.

I like being upbeat, positive, happy, enjoying family.

It took some time to gather the research and develop it into the storyline, and to finally finish an origin myth poem that I had been working on for twenty years.

"Thinking about thinking" has to be a principle ingredient of any empowering practice of education.

Genuine faith can find encouragement, even in that which is discouraging and get nearer to God.