Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars.

The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.

Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.

A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.

There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.

Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.

Caricature is rough truth.

Lowly, with a broken neck, The crocus lays her cheek to mire.

Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.

We are betrayed by what is false within

Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious.

Did I hurt your feelings again? Sorry. When this is all over I'll send some flowers to your inner child.

Ian was the kind of smart that makes your straight A student look like she’d drown in a wet paper bag. Ian was the kind of smart that scares people.

Thank-you, son, ’ said his father. ‘I want you to know we’re bothproud of you. Take care, and keep in touch if you can.’‘Or even better, visit!’ said his mother, ‘our home isn’t completewithout you!

In Lascaux and other sites, hoofs are depicted to show their underside, or hoofprint.

Do things that count, but don't count the things you do.

It is important to increase our sense of God's richness and wonder by reading what his great lovers have said about him.

I've often heard it said, as the common proverb goes, that a fool can teach a wise man well.

If every school would hire two more music teachers, we would need two fewer police officers.

A book might be written on the injustice of the just.

I have never regretted my silence. As for my speech, I have regretted it over and over again.