I'm saddest when I sing.

The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.

She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Prolonged absence makes the heart forget.

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.

Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.

The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.

Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills?

Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose?

I do give them to you, " he announced. "Of my free will. Because this is my sword." He laid a hand on Arisa's shoulder. "And Weasle is my shield. What you hold are only pieces of iron.

There is a proper balance between not asking enough of oneself and asking or expecting too much.

Lying is a cooperative act. Think about it. A lie has no power whatsoever by its mere utterance. Its power emerges when someone else agrees to believe the lie.

None of the people are what you think when you first meet them, who you think they are, and they turn out to be maybe something a little different.

All Southern state colleges and universities are open to black students.

To any honest observer, Zimbabwe's sin is that it has taken the position to right a wrong, whose resolution has been too long overdue--to return its land to its people.

The intellect is no longer the chairman of the board - it is an employee. It becomes a tool in the service of the heart.

The British churchgoer prefers a severe preacher because he thinks a few home truths will do his neighbors no harm.

Do something. Anything. You're alive, and you'll only be for a few decades, and then it's done. You'll be in the ground, worm food. Make something and don't let fear consume you.

I'd like to form a club just for fathers. Specifically, fathers of daughters. There would be lots of overstuffed leather chairs, wood paneling, dim lights. The works.