I sorrow that all fair things must decay.

The wild-flower wreath of feeling, the sunbeam of the heart.

There is an evening twilight of the heart, When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.

This bank-note world.

Strike-for your altars and your fires; Strike-for the green graves of your sires; God-and your native land!

They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his majesty. - Fitz

What is man's love? His vows are broke even while his parting kiss is warm.

And thou art terrible--the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier; And all we know, or dream, or fear Of agony, are thine.

Ere the dolphin dies Its hues are brightest. Like an infant's breath Are tropic winds before the voice of death.

None knew thee but to love thee.

Beauty,--the fading rainbow's pride.

Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.

Dreams are hopeful because they exist as pure possibility.

We judge ourselves by our intentions

Always listen to yourself... It is better to be wrong than simply to follow convention.

I throw the ball as hard as ever, but it just takes longer to get to the plate.

Elinor agreed with it all, for she did not think he deserved the compliment of rational opposition.

It makes Faith think of a hammock in their yard, a web of rope that she thought would unravel the first time she leaned back on it, but that managed to support her all the same.

Here sat Marilla Cuthbert, when she sat at all, slightly distrustful of sunshine, which seemed to her too dancing and irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant to be taken seriously.

Certain people who care about me a lot have said 'You don't play the game, and if you don't play the game, you don't get picked for the team all the time.

I'm an American, I don't have to see something to know it's stupid!