In the glory which overhangs Palestine afar off, we imagine emotions which never come, when we tread the soil and walk over the hallowed sites.

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.

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

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.

Exceed expectations" is such a lispy term. I hope that it never infiltrates the bedroom or sport.

Anger is the fire of ego which tries to burn the beauties of heart and soul.

The thought of Peter and John Ambrose McClaren in the same space together again is discomforting. Where would I even look?

Your imagination has much to do with your life. ... It is for you to decide how you want your imagination to serve you.

Misfits aren't misfits among other misfits.

Women who bring up children by themselves do it heroically, they do it against all odds, men who don't feel responsible for being part of their child's life create real strains on that family.

Atmosphere in a painting is nine-tenths fear.

Words are potent weapons for all causes, good or bad.

There is such a thing as being too late. This is no time for apathy or complacency. This is a time for vigorous and positive action.

My speech is too fast; my oration confused; love knows no order.