I think, am sure, a brother's love exceeds All the world's loves in its unworldliness.

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.

Some steps need to be taken alone. It's the only way to really figure out where you need to go and who you need to be.

Spring time is a time for new adventure.

But I couldn't absorb the idea that death could actually walk by my side, with a human face and a heart that was poisoned with hatred.

I'm not society's version of beautiful But you're mine.

I don't see any point in playing the game if you don't win, do you?

When you're listening to my album, I want you to know that things happen and eventually you get over it

For there is no business of life, no avocation whatever, which will not permit a man, who has an inclination, to give a little time every day to the studies of his youth.

There must be a happy medium somewhere between being totally informed and blissfully unaware.

See the cat? See the cradle?

The power of population is so superior to the power of the earth to produce subsistence for man, that premature death must in some shape or other visit the human race.