Death was past, life not come: so he waited.

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.

Believe and trust in God. He is forever faithful.

The mysteriousness and mystique of space is such, that science fiction attempts to tantalize you by telling you a story that could possibly be out there and that's the appeal of science fiction.

Greed has driven the world crazy. And I think I'm lucky that I have a place over here that I can call home.

If any writer thinks the world is full of middle class people of nice sensibilities, then he is out of his mind.

Mysticism is concerned primarily with moving our awareness field from the beginning of the band of perception, the human band, up to the enlightened bands of perception.

True poetry is truer than science, because it is synthetic, and seizes at once what the combination of all the sciences is able, at most, to attain as a final result.

I'm living a dream. I hope in 10 years people will know me as a gold medalist.

Many of the characters are fools and they're always playing tricks on me and treating me badly.

In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.

It's important to hold something back, though, because quite frankly my personal life is pretty dull and I don't want to bore people with it.