God is the perfect poet.

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.

it is what it is

The dead pull the living down.

Writing is taking human experience and wrapping it up into a package of your own ideas and hoping someone will pull the bow smiling on top to see what's hiding inside.

After many decades of Disney movies, we have been conditioned to expect princesses to fall in love quickly with their charming princes and 'live happily ever after.'

Anybody who runs for president in this country and comes out as strong as the Democrats were about helping the poor folks and black folks is not going to win.

For me, I have to go out and people have to already like me for my promo to be good.

Men are so thoughtless, nay, so mad, that some, through fear of death, force themselves to die.

Because we're actors we can pretend and fake it, but I'd rather the intimate investment was authentic.

I deplore my shortcomings, but plan to keep them.

A true inner world is often revealed by style and sensibility as much as by what appears to be confession.