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.

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.

How strange now, looks the life he makes us lead; So free we seem, so fettered fast we are!

Every authentic leader needs to mind certain gaps and bridge the cognitive difference.

The valiant never taste of death but once.

I don't want to be a passenger sitting on the bench not doing much, even in my older years.

Every one stretcheth his legges according to his coverlet. [Every one stretches his legs according to his coverlet.]

It's beautiful, it's poetry in motion.

Driving fast on the track does not scare me. What scares me is when I drive on the highway I get passed by some idiot who thinks he is Fangio.

I do better on the first three takes; I won't be better at 20 takes.

You'll never get anywhere if you go about what-iffing like that.

The Alexander Technique keeps the body alive, at ages when many people have resigned themselves to irreversible decline.

As long as there's a body of water nearby, I'm happy. Pools don't count. I like diving into the ocean and coming out refreshed.