I find that I can have no enjoyment in the world but the continual drinking of knowledge. I find there is no worthy pursuit but the idea of doing some good for the world.

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.

A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

Shed no tear - O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more - O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root's white core.

Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds.

And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me.

You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

Sometimes your pledges become your problems.

We wouldn't want to live in a world where no one believed in themselves enough to make their own dreams come true.

Did You wrap yourself inside the unexpected so we might know that Love would go that far?

What I find amazing is how sometimes ideas will just click, seemingly without effort.

The great desire of this age is for a doctrine which may serve to condense our knowledge, guide our researches, and shape our lives, so that conduct may really be the consequence of belief

The people must fight on behalf of the law as though for the city wall.

I think it would be a good idea.

Here's a brave old reality, taxes don't go away; raising them never generates revenue, never ever ever.

All the hands, hearts and minds of the individuals collectively contribute to the team's success. (listen to your team, watch their body language, share your expectations . . . work together.)

Karma is the eternal assertion of human freedom. . . . Our thoughts, our words, and deeds are the threads of the net which we throw around ourselves.