Mountain gorses, do ye teach us . . . . That the wisest word man reaches Is the humblest he can speak?

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

You're something between a dream and a miracle.

Light tomorrow with today!

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

Silence is the best response to a fool.

I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.

Soft on the neck of either dove love's hands let slip the reins: and while we look for light of love, love's twilight wanes...

The Kite CharmFor A Life Filled with High-Flying Fun, Play with the Wonder of A Child

The outfield is solid, so is the catching and the infield.

His retreat into himself is not a final renunciation of the world, but a search for quietude, where alone it is possible for him to make his contribution to the life of the community.

I think the feature reporter often walks a very thin line between a truly human story and one that slops over into mushiness or sentimentality.

Man makes a great fuss about this planet which is only a ballbearing in the hub of the universe.

Character is half the reason we read. We're excited because of the plot, but we care because of the characters.

Being with my kids is really important to me, being a good dad and being around a lot.

Ultimately ... it's not the stories that determine our choices, but the stories that we continue to choose.