God hath yoked to guilt her pale tormentor,--misery.

The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows.

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.

It is said to be the manner of hypochondriacs to change often their physician.

Hark to that shrill, sudden shout, The cry of an applauding multitude, Swayed by some loud-voiced orator who wields The living mass as if he were its soul!

These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.

But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.

Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.

There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief may hide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.

The groves were God's first temples.

I had no proof that I had the stuff to be an artist, though I hungered to be one

The cat does not offer services. The cat offers itself.

A general flavour of mild decay but nothing local as one may say.

If we can't understand the Afghan family, we can't understand Afghanistan.

Disobedience to conscience is voluntary; bad poetry, on the other hand, is usually not made on purpose.

I love just how beautiful Vancouver is. I mean, everywhere you look it's just mountains and ocean.

Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal.

Aw, it's just like a woman. When the shootin's all over and everything's safe, they pass out.

For future reference, Harry, it is raspberry...although of course, if I were a Death Eater, I would have been sure to research my own jam preferences before impersonating myself.

When someone thanks God, I don't get offended.