Make us happy and you make us good.

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.

He who suffers wins in politics. The martyr does not obtain the victory personally, but his group, his successors, win in the long run.

Well, " a female voice said. "What have we here?""Here, " Bethany said, responding to the woman's rhetorical question, "we have a teenager. And she's pissed.

It would be desirable if every government when it comes to power should have its old speeches burnt.

Why make a movie about Ayrton Senna? Someone who drove around in circles at 200mph in a car that looked like a giant cigarette packet? Why would anyone who isn't already a fan of Formula 1 care?

The real thing creates its own poetry.

I feel that others live up to me, if they want me.

Wise people are never less alone than when they are alone.

Every fool becomes a philosopher after ten days of rain, so I spare you the inside view of my heart.

It's not just hip-hop that's dead. Mostly every form of American music is dead. It's been dead. R&B isn't really good.

I fight not for myself, I fight for the audience.