Hatred and cark and care, what place have they / In yon blue liberality of heaven?.

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 may seem contradictory, but in the languid tropics one spends more time contemplating those great good things of sound and sight and smell.

The pure power of a life can manifest as beatitude, or as an unspeakable, sheer violence...

Is there some principal of nature which states that we never know the quality of what we have until it is gone?

It has become inordinately difficult even to begin to think about constructing a naturalistic theory of the evolution of that first reproducing organism.

One of the toughest guys in the world is Randy Couture - he is the true epitome of what a tough guy is.

It's as if I were collaborating with myself, revealing my relationship to the material. My hand would make the drawing. Then my mouth would transmit it.

I saw science as being in harmony with humanity.

Writing a book is hard. It turns out, writing a second book is twice as hard.

O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!

on the instant clamorous eaves, A climbing moon upon an empty sky, And all that lamentation of the leaves, Could but compose man's image and his cry.