Let heaven-eyed Prudence battle with Desire.

What we sow in youth we reap in age; the seed of the thistle always produces the thistle.

Oh, to be home again, home again, home again! Under the apple-boughs, down by the mill!

Inner sunshine warms not only the heart of the owner, but all who come in contact with it.

Is n't God upon the ocean Just the same as on the land?

Courtesy gives its owner a passport round the world. It transmutes aliens into trusting friends.

The man who tells me an indelicate story does me an injury.

Just then, with a wink and a sly normal lurch, The owl very gravely got down from his perch, Walked round, and regarded his fault-finding critic (Who thought he was stuffed) with a glance analytic.

And the drawing near of Death, which alike levels all, alike impresses all with a last revelation, which only an author from the dead could adequately tell.

I am War. I am Death. I am the Unloved God.

The great biographers take excessive liberties in denigrating his person, and, in doing so, they make it difficult to comprehend

Heaven, in the production of things, is sure to be bountiful to them, according to their qualities. Hence the tree that is flourishing, it nourishes, while that which is ready to fall, it overthrows.

Passion is the energy that love creates with no object other than itself.

Everytime I see the Spice Girls, it makes me want to try to fly by climbing my roof and strapping bricks to my shoes.

There are many universes, many dimensions. They are endless. Most of them are not particularly relevant for us. They won't help us. They won't make us happier.

straightway like a bell Came low and clear The slow, sad murmur of the distant seas

Everyone serves a purpose.

Jazz shouldn't have any mandates. Jazz is not supposed to be something that's required to sound like jazz. For me, the word 'jazz' means, 'I dare you.'