Clay lies still but blood's a rover Breath's a ware that will not keep. Up lad: when the journey's over There'll be time enough to sleep.

And malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.

Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.

That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.

They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up.

Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again.

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

The last hour from midnight had lost half its quarters, and the stars went lifting up the great minutes.

The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.

Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.

Your love for beauty has been perverted, repressed and savaged by hateful and controlling elements in the world.

If a couple isn’t following God’s guidelines for life or being led by the Holy Spirit, disagreements and misunderstandings skyrocket.

One of the happiest days of my life was when I quit waiting for "happily-ever-after" to come find me and proclaimed joy in the just now season of life. And the next season. And the next.

MOTHER' A flower of our Life's garden, which we don't wanna let it withers ever.

You can't brace yourself for famine if you've never known hunger.

Of all human troubles the most hateful is to feel that you have the capacity of power and yet you have no field to excercise it.

The first zucchini I ever saw I killed it with a hoe.

I just figured out hustles to get by, like maybe selling my clothes. I wanted to travel around and be broke and live in sketchy apartments.

Tombs are the clothes of the dead and a grave is a plain suit; while an expensive monument is one with embroidery.

Occasionally there are people who are not like me, and I forget that they're more introverted or shy, or just don't want to make a decision so quickly.