O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.

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.

She became a frame for the picture that was her son and daughter.

I had hard feelings around the holidays, the one time of year I couldn’t help but fall prey to the canned self-pity Christmas prescribes.

I will always need you, " I whisper. "All of this time I've waited for you. And you were never coming for me. Why did you let me wait for you?

It’s not stress that kills us, it’s our reaction to it.

For me, the key is always trying to find the connection between the audience and the character I'm playing. That's important to me, in any work I do.

Time is our most valuable asset, yet we tend to waste it, kill it and spend it rather than invest it.

Only by taking Jesus' example into every part of our lives will we be able to win in life.

To call everything that appears illogical, fantasy, fairy tale, or chimera would be practically to admit not understanding nature.

It is said that love is blind. Friendship, on the other hand, is clairvoyant.

There's many heroic underappreciated investigative journalists.