Breathes there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said This is my own my native land!

For success, attitude is equally as important as ability.

It is wonderful what strength of purpose and boldness and energy of will are roused by the assurance that we are doing our duty.

To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

The willow which bends to the tempest often escapes better than the oak which resists it.

O woman! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

Success or failure in business is caused more by the mental attitude even than by mental capacities.

If you once turn on your side after the hour at which you ought to rise, it is all over. Bolt up at once.

How pleasant it is for a father to sit at his child's board. It is like an aged man reclining under the shadow of an oak which he has planted.

Look back, and smile on perils past.

I think being a mother is the cruelest thing in the world.

In their last four Blackburn have lost 3-0, 3-1, 5-3 and 3-2. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to work out that's 12 goals conceded

My tastes in what I eat at home would be very familiar to most people who cook for families. I just organize those things a little bit differently.

Winning coaches look for opportunities to praise. Anything that reflects a commitment to the team is praiseworthy

Take encouragement from how far you've come, not how far you have left to go.

The only way I could be extradited is through the principle of what my lawyers call "politics trumps law."

If you lined up everyone I've ever dated, you wouldn't see any similarities.

Working in an office with an array of electronic devices is like trying to get something done at home with half a dozen small children around. The calls for attention are constant.

Straight photography, following the medium, is intoxicating - trying to wrestle it into the form of a poem.

Love can be the most dreadful disguise that hate assumes.