Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be.

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 will be a great day in this world when nobody wants anything because everyone has given and there is nothing left to take.

How can a man become great if he does not feel in himself the force and the will to inflict great pain

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

If you told me when I was a teen that I would end up being a teacher, I would have said you're out of your mind, because quite frankly I hated school.

Mozart, the last chord of a centuries-old great European taste.

To be sure, a good work of art can and will have moral consequences, but to demand of the artists moral intentions, means ruiningtheir craft.

If we want to be heard we must speak in a language the listener can understand and on a level at which the listener is capable of operating.

I sincerely believe that everything - everything - is grace, and you have to stick around long enough to see it through. I'm a very optimistic person.

Never practice without a thought in mind.

In mourning it is the world which has become poor and empty; in melancholia it is the ego itself.