It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes, And pleasant scents the noses.

One gets, sensitive about losing mornings after getting a little used to them with living in a country. Each one of these endlessly varied daybreaks is an opera but once performed.

A flirt is like a dipper attached to a hydrant; every one is at liberty to drink from it, but no one desires to carry it away.

Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart- rendered to God for his goodness.

Maturity is most rapid in the low latitudes, where pineapples and women most do thrive.

Pitch a lucky man into the Nile, says the Arabian proverb, and he will come up with a fish in his mouth!

I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.

Like Melrose Abbey, large cities should especially be viewed by moonlight.

The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.

The taste forever refines in the study of women.

The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune fitfully on the skylight, and the shade of the fast-flying clouds across my book passed with delicate change.

When you are in alignment with your life purpose

She started drinkin' we weren't thinkin' too straight, she was doing eighty slammed on the brakes. Got so hot we had to pull to the side, did some shakin' 'til the middle of the night.

Poor is the new black.

Bad weather has grounded the Luftwaffe and now we must stand by and watch countless thousands of the enemy getting away to England under our noses.

And even in the hatred of the majority, there's a kind of triumph because I know that, although they'd never admit it, they secretly respect me.

Sitting tightens your chest. For a great release, lie faceup on a foam roller placed lengthwise under your spine, and stretch your arms out to your side.

I think as a scout you have to pick. It is harder. You have to talk and explain that this is not just about standing one-dimensionally in front of a camera.

When I was in middle school, I liked to make cartoons.

Call me crazy for asking this, but, um, are Lissa and I going with you?" "No" "No?" "No.

To me, the psychedelic experience is the experience of trying to make sense of reality.