Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.

The heart will break, but broken live on.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.

And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

Do you plan on marrying Charles?”She shook her head.“Good. I wouldn’t want to shoot him, but I would."... Finding Promise

I grew up eating hamburger helper, macaroni and cheese, and drinking lots of milk, and looked at lots of cows; but I feel like a New Yorker now, I've lived here for sixteen years.

Don't tell those coming in the final result of that fantastic match, but let's just have another look at Italy's winning goalo.

We must remember how apt man is to extremes--rushing from credulity and weakness to suspicion and distrust.

Since the world has changed so much, the same values don't lead to the same choices anymore.

Passing competitors always gives you a lift. It probably has a physical effect, too, because you get a surge of adrenaline.

When our spelling is perfect, it's invisible. But when it's flawed, it prompts strong negative associations.

We think we don't deserve love, we think if we let it in we'll become too soft. But a wise man named Levine said it right. He said." Love is the only rational act.

If I see a door ajar, I push on it to see how far it will open, and if it opens wide I go through it.

Of bird and prophet and his light shall lead On through the darkness to eventual light, To undiscovered wealth, to newer need . . .