Generations pass while some tree stands, and old families last not three oaks.

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.

We live in a society where every business has a huge scope. Even if you open a shop selling snakes people will buy it. Thinking they will direct them to their neighbors house.

We'll never solve the feminization of power until we solve the masculinity of wealth.

Diesel fuel is too important to our farmers at harvest time and to the truckers delivering commerce across Nebraska to allow a bureaucratic hurdle to slow the delivery of fuel.

Working with Nancy Meyers ("Something's Gotta Give") and ... Charles Shyer ("Father of the Bride"), and I'm proud of "Reds," and I'm proud of my movies with Woody (Allen).

The actual effort that you can exert upon the universe is fairly limited.

As love is union, it knows no extremes of distance.

I always enjoy myself fighting in Mississippi. I enjoy myself fighting anywhere.

Feel what the wave is doing, then accept its energy.

There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.

Time is a very bankrupt and owes more than he's worth to season. Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say, That Time comes stealing on by night and day?