God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.

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.

God gives grace.

Nothing like a bit of flattery to grease the wheels.

The work of art shows people new directions and thinks of the future. The house thinks of the present.

When children are small, parents should run their lives and not the other way around.

Life is your art. An open, aware heart is your camera. A oneness with your world is your film. Your bright eyes and easy smile is your museum.

I think that human beings are capable of the worst things possible and they show that there were times, and there probably are times, that it is human to be inhuman.

It is simply unthinkable that we will ever again send overseas a great expeditionary force of armed men.

I wouldn't be surprised if history records Tim Berners-Lee as the second Gutenberg.

It's a hard world, neighbors, if a man's oath must be his master.

Venus smiles not in a house of tears.