As the husband is the wife is.

'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

The white flower of a blameless life.

Theirs not to make reply Theirs not to reason why Theirs but to do and die.

Ring out the old ring in the new Ring happy bells across the snow.

The old order changeth yielding place to new.

God's finger touched him and he slept.

Sunset and evening star And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

I was born to other things.

There lives more faith in honest doubt Believe me than in half the creeds

Not once or twice in our rough island story The path of duty was the way to glory.

That wish - that prayer - both men and women would have scorned me for - "But, Father, Thou wilt not despise!" I said, and felt that it was true.

The seed of our love will always cube within the wonder of infinite.

Every year I volunteer at a hospital on Thanksgiving, deep-frying turkeys in the children's burn unit. I do it just to see the looks on their little "faces."

I'm more of an empiricist. I'm focused on right or wrong, as opposed to left or right.

It's considered very, very bad karma, if I can cut to the chase, to take power from a teacher and not use it for something very positive.

I'm constantly trying to be as original as I can.

And sometimes when we listen, we are led into places we do not expect, into adventures we do not always understand.

This tree house became our galleon, our spaceship, our Fort Apache...Ours was a learning tree. Through it we learned to trust ourselves and our abilities.

I do not think about absent persons as often or with such intense longing as I think of places. They lie one below the other in my mind.

What about you?" "Not a clue. I keep wishing I could bake a cake or something.