Don't you remember sweet Alice Ben Bolt? Sweet Alice whose hair was so brown Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile And trembl'd with fear at your frown!

But the freedom that they fought for, and the country grand they wrought for, Is their monument to-day, and for aye.

When greater perils men inviron, Then women show a front of iron; And, gentle in their manner, they Do bold things in a quiet way.

Oh! don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt, Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown, Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown?

To live is to be musical, starting with the blood dancing in your veins. Everything living has a rhythm. Do you feel your music?

i know more than i know and must learn it from myself

If I cut you off, chances are that you gave me enough reasons to do it.

Perhaps it's true that I'm very hard on myself, but that's better than exhibiting mediocre work... too few were satisfactory enough to trouble the public with.

We like to keep the sexual tension underplayed, especially between the Smoking Man and me. Once we thought he was my father . . . it got more interesting.

I actually think most people don't want Google to answer their questions. They want Google to tell them what they should be doing next.

We have this enormous connection to the living world that is reflected in our language...

I think there are many in the Democratic Party that want immigration to be unsolved issue at least for the time being, because it's more useful as a campaign issue than it is as a solved issue.

Christ made no distinction, but opened the door wide to woman as to man.

We invoke the sacrifices of our fallen heroes in the abstract, but we seldom take time to thank them individually.