In durance vile 1here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!

My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

Now's the day and now's the hour.

Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire, That's a' the learning I desire.

There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.

The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft a-gley, And leave us nought but grief and pain, For promised joy.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.

What you don't know by heart you haven't really loved deeply enough

She swore she'd never turn into her P.I. father...but that was before she ran over the body.

Plain as a nose in a man's face.

To predict the future we would have to know today what we will learn tomorrow which will shape our future actions

to a Southerner it is faux pas, not sins, that matter in this world.

My heart is in my/ pocket. It is poems by Pierre Reverdy.

Mozart makes you believe in God because it cannot be by chance that such a phenomenon arrives into this world and leaves such an unbounded number of unparalleled masterpieces.

The line between outside and inside is fuzzier in fantasy. Maybe that's something people are looking for.

The ACLU has been able to harass out of existence public expressions of faith.

I think if you do term limits, you would really increase the power of lobbying.