But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.

The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows.

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.

It is said to be the manner of hypochondriacs to change often their physician.

Hark to that shrill, sudden shout, The cry of an applauding multitude, Swayed by some loud-voiced orator who wields The living mass as if he were its soul!

These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.

Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.

There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief may hide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.

The groves were God's first temples.

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.

Let us make this world a house of love and peace. Let us forget and forgive all hate and prejudice. Let us break all the walls of pride and prejudice. Let us open our door to welcome joy and peace.

So difficult is it for us to know, with the dead as with the living, whether a thing would cause them joy or sorrow!

The harder you work and the more you sear and bleed for a win, the sweeter that victory tastes.

People always say to me, Youre really attractive - in an unusual way. No one ever just says, Youre attractive.

We have to have a special insight, or we'll put it in the 'too tough' basket. All of you have to look for a special area of competency and focus on that.

Mother Earth is in pain and ailing because of global warming.

If an ordinary person is silent, it may be a tactical manoeuvre. If a writer is silent, he is lying.

I believe Moses was 80 when God first commissioned him for public service.

It just seems to useless to have to work so hard, and nothing ever really seem to come from it.

I was never really unpopular in high school.