But little do or can the best of us: That little is achieved through Liberty.

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.

To be a Christian for ten year and to be no more like Jesus then than at the time of conversion, is a tragedy.

The depth of darkness to which you can descend and still live is an exact measure of the height to which you can aspire to reach.

Once upon a time, man had a love affair with fire.

If you want to know how old a woman is . . . ask her sister-in-law.

The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.

Globalization has taken a hit in that there is some sand in the gears because most of us have supply chains that are all over the world that we've had to lengthen.

One looks, looks long, and the world comes in.

Maybe if we tell the truth about the past, we can tell the truth about the present.

In western countries, there are roles written for older actors. Films are made on them, including love stories.

I don't think I could have dreamt it up any better than how things went, of being at my peak at just the right time, and have everything go my way.