Never wedding ever wooing Still a lovelorn heart pursuing Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing Wed or cease to woo.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

the soul of conversation is sympathy

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

To live in the hearts of others is not to die

Your belief systems limit your reality to a sub-set of the solution space that does not contain the answer.

The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything.

Ever since that day, I have lived a lie, the lie of living.

With the advent of Trump Tower Live, the campaign's new nightly broadcast, streamed over Facebook, rumors are once again, swirling of a potential Trump media empire to be launched after the election.

I need for there to be something bigger than me. I need someone to put awe inside me; I need to come second to someone who has everything figured out.

Every choice we make can be a celebration of the world we want.

Women need to attack those negative voices they have in their head.

Even if my marriage is falling apart and my children are unhappy, there is still a part of me that says, 'God, this is fascinating!'

L.A., its nice, but I think of sunshine and people on rollerblades eating sushi. New York, I think of nighttime, I think of Times Square and Broadway and nightlife and the city that never sleeps.

From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.

To help someone in need is not charity it is proper etiquette.

Rugby is a hooligans game played by gentlemen.