God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod.

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.

They call us monsters because it makes it easier to hurt us. Bus monsters are people too.

Life is a reality.

The future lay before him, inevitable but invisible.

Everyone carries a burden. Only the weight differs.

The path to your dream is more about following a direction than arriving at a destination.

People may feel that I am materialistic, ideal, idiot, cool, funny. Its not their perception but my projection and I always have my own reasons for my being.

We aged a hundred years, and this happened in a single hour: the short summer had already died, the body of the ploughed plains smoked.

In the dark, time feels different than when it is light.

Go see old virgins! Now ask a strange boy out, you shy, Retarded thing!

The British tourist is always happy abroad as long as the natives are waiters.