Does not the latent feeling that much of their striving is to no purpose tend to infuse large quantities of sham into men's work?

Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For mother's kiss - sweeter this Than any other thing!

Autumn's the mellow time.

Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly every day.

Four ducks on a pond, / A grass-bank beyond, / A blue sky of spring, / White clouds on the wing: / What a little thing / To remember for years - / To remember with tears!.

If any foes of mine are there, I pardon every one: I hope that man and womankind will do the same by me.

Pluck not the wayside flower; It is the traveler's dower.

She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.

A man who keeps a diary pays, Due toll to many tedious days; But life becomes eventful—then, His busy hand forgets the pen. Most books, indeed, are records less Of fulness than of emptiness.

Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!

I don’t want to accidentally end up looking back on my life to find that I’m ashamed of myself, I want to live a life I can be proud of.

They told me it was impossible so I tried and failed. Then I tried again and again until I made it possible.

She loved him, even though it was so hard to love anybody else after loving my dad. I think I knew this before she did.

The magic of compounding interest is truly the eighth wonder of the world!

Religion is what the individual does with his own solitariness.

I definitely want to start a family, but that will happen when it's supposed to.

The worst derangement of the spirit is to believe things because we want them to be so, not because we have seen them for what they are.

There is something silly about grown men and women striving to reduce their vision of themselves and of civilization to bean counting.

The local music community here was dying for a place to record, so we started doing acoustic, folk and bluegrass and then did rock projects for other bands, as well as for my son Tal and my own work.

At this point, if I were to psychoanalyze myself, I'd have to say I am a clown, cleverly disguised as a regular person.