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

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.

The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty.

More than any other product of human scientific culture scientific knowledge is the collective property of all mankind.

A pioneer in this genre [ writing about the refugee crisis] : the book A Seventh Man, by the great John Berger, decades ago evoked the lives of migrant workers in Europe.

Leaders are made one response at a time.

Enough talk," Peter said, and his eyes flashed. "It's time to turn you three into killers.

A graphic is never an end in itself; it is a moment in the process of decision making.

Once you become an actor, it's important to take care of yourself. I live in Santa Monica, where I can mountain bike, hike and go running on the beach. I like a nice sunset jog.

Look, I went into journalism to do journalism, not advertising.

People hate cardio. I hate cardio. But pick the five top songs that you love. Do your cardio during these songs, and you're done. I'd say 95 percent of the time you don't even know you just did it.

The Indian story has never been written. Maybe I am the man to do it.