I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.

And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy's bonfire spread.

Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.

From the desert I come to thee, On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire.

But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!

By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.

With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!

The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.

The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.

The loving are the daring.

Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.

A grit mind strengthens all of your strengths.

Deep inside of us we all know there is someone we were meant to be.

Dragons think we are amusing. But they remember Erreth-Akbe. They speak of him as if he were a dragon, not a man.

Most of one's life is one prolonged effort to prevent oneself thinking.

I've never known a man to be beaten fairly, nor one to be elected, unfairly.

We must be diligent today. To wait until tomorrow is too late. Death comes unexpectedly. How can we bargain with it?

A poore beauty finds more lovers then husbands.

What I'm saying is, when you have weight like that in your life, you have to start looking for the bigger picture or you are gonna sink.

I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know, Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, Hey, I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be good...

Hold on to the great image, and the whole world follows, follows unharmed, content and completely at peace.