Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach.

Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.

Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.

How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

Dear Moon, Slowly enlighten my heart with your lovely, silvery, dancing, miraculous light.

They are my baby Keelans!

We can no longer ignore that voice within women that says: 'I want something more than my husband and my children and my home.'

Ed (Runge), you're the second best umpire in the league. The other twenty-three are tied for first.

Well, growing up in the '90s, my first true love was ska music.

Whatever we leave to God, God does and blesses us.

Don't mess with our fans or we'll come and find you.

And so I leave this world, where the heart must either break or turn to lead (suicide note)

I am he / Who champions total liberty - / Intolerance being, ma'am, a state / No tolerant man can tolerate.

Life isn't a tiptoe through the tulips