As long as skies are blue, and fields are green Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow

Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.

Through the sunset of hope, Like the shapes of a dream, What paradise islands of glory gleam!

When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they're just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.

Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, - but it returneth!

Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, - To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.

War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.

Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

True education is limited to those people who would die without knowing, whereas the masses in the institutions are merely going through the motions, for education is a way of living.

The harder you work, the luckier you become.

It would be a dream if 2015 was like 2014 or even better

Thinking about Heaven can inspire and encourage us to be more heavenly-minded and realize that Heaven is a real place where we're really going to live.

One thing I've learned about the NBA is that you can have one good year, but you've always got to be progressing and working and making yourself better.

If you think that I'm nuts, you may be right. But I'm a nut with a positive attitude, baby!

When NBC News first assigned me to the Barack Obama campaign, I must confess my knees quaked a bit....I wondered if I was up to the job. I wondered if I could do the campaign justice.

All our advertising is propaganda, of course, but it has become so much a part of our life, is so pervasive, that we just don't know what it is propaganda for.

Mystery is a resource, like coal or gold, and its preservation is a fine thing.

I feel so grateful to my mother and father for a happy childhood. There are things I now understand that they were able to give me that are very special.