Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.

Heart's ease of pansy, pleasure or thought, Which would the picture give us of these? Surely the heart that conceived it sought Heart's ease.

Today will die tomorrow.

Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.

The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog.

A little soul scarce fledged for earth Takes wing with heaven again for goal, Even while we hailed as fresh from birth A little soul.

When the hounds of Spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain.

Love, as is told by the seers of old, Comes as a butterfly tipped with gold, Flutters and flies in sunlit skies, Weaving round hearts that were one time cold.

His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.

When I hear that a personal friend has fallen into matrimonial courses, I feel the same sorrow as if I had heard of his lapsing into theism — a holy sorrow, unmixed with anger.

We think that time is changing, but that may not be true. Everything else is changing and time is standing still and watching.

She sighed. “I can’t help it. I worry for you when you lead these patrols. I don’t sleep until you return."His features softened. “Then you don’t dream of me when I’m gone,

Self-doubt and Depression are the real killers. The other are just pawns.

Women always bring it back to the personal, ' said Handsome. 'It's why you can't be world leaders.''And men never do, ' I said, 'which is why we end up with no world left to lead.

I've been around longer than most of my fans have been alive.

I'll always have acting. But then if I had to choose something else it'd probably be singing or dancing - if I had to. Or maybe, like, designer, like sketching designs.

I've never been to New Zealand before. But one of my role models, Xena, the warrior princess, comes from there.

Enduring, or carrying on, is not just a matter of tolerating circumstances and hanging in there, but of pressing forward.

There are growing concerns that oil companies are making too much in profits at the expense of consumers.

Women are hard and proud and stubborn-hearted, Their heads being turned with praise and flattery; And that is why their lovers are afraid To tell them a plain story.