Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made ...

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.

If ‘one’ really were the sufferer or the enjoyer, then he would get tired. But the Self in reality is not experiencing anything. He simply does egoism only.

You said my name and my heart went rogue

Our worship must be directed to the One who holds the world in His hands.

But there are many, and I'm a supporter of a great deal of charities.

Perhaps the sketch of a work is so pleasing because everyone can finish it as he chooses.

My role and my obligation was to conduct criminal investigations.

I'd love to open a tennis school for children in my hometown of Sochi.

No Way Back is my kind of novel - a tough, taut thriller - Mofina knows the world he writes about.

We have to make machines understand what they're doing, or they won't be able to come back and say, 'Why did you do that?

Now is the time to act or get stuck with a bland, boring, career politician who will lose to Barack Obama.