Death: the grand perhaps.

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.

When you are on your path, and it is truly your path, doors will open for you where there were no doors for someone else.

People are living books. The real library of life is community.

Meditation is silence, energising and fulfilling. Silent is the eloquent expression of the inexpressible.

Strive to be a person of action, good deeds and a willing vessel of hope.

Man is so made that he can only find relaxation from one kind of labor by taking up another.

A little chocolate a day keeps the doctor at bay

I love watching old movies, reading and having some good meals. I have a very close group of friends and family. I try to spend time with the ones that I love and work as hard as possible.

You see, I, unlike you, have been made a prefect, which means that I, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments.” “Yeah,” said Harry, “but you, unlike me, are a git.

If 13 is unlucky, then 12 and 14 are guilty by association.

All history was at first oral.