Old England is our home, and Englishmen are we; Our tongue is known in every clime, our flag in every sea.

He is happiest who hath power to gather wisdom from a flower.

For visions come not to polluted eyes.

To ask me is in vain; For who goes up your winding stair Can ne'er come down again.

Yes, in the poor man's garden grow Far more than herbs and flowers - Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind, And Joy for weary hours.

Will you walk into my parlour? Said the spider to a fly: '"Tis the prettiest little parlour That ever you did spy.

God sends children for another purpose than merely to keep up the race -- to enlarge our hearts, to make us unselfish, and full of kindly sympathies and affections.

True delicacy, that most beautiful heart-leaf of humanity, exhibits itself most significantly in little things.

Then take me on your knee, mother; And listen, mother of mine. A hundred fairies danced last night, And the harpers they were nine.

When on the breath of Autumn's breeze, From pastures dry and brown, Goes floating, like an idle thought, The fair, white thistle-down; O, then what joy to walk at will, Upon the golden harvest-hill!

Heart's ease! one could look for half a day Upon this flower, and shape in fancy out Full twenty different tales of love and sorrow, That gave this gentle name.

For each one of us, there is only one thing necessary: to fulfill our own destiny, according to God's will, to be what God wants us to be.

The only way to predict the future is to have power to shape the future.

We should on all Occasions avoid a general Action, or put anything to the Risque, unless compelled by a necessity, into which we ought never to be drawn.

You've got to work at living-99 and 9/10 of Americans work at dying!

You'd have to be daft as a brush to say you didn't like Pink Floyd.

How you react emotionally is a choice in any situation

But I think sometimes a person has to be forced underwater to see if they're going to drown or swim.

If I wasn't hard, I wouldn't be alive. If I couldn't ever be gentle, I wouldn't deserve to be alive.

Stoichkov's playing on the wing, in this situation he likes to come in and scalp the centre-half.

I'll bet you the time ain't far off when a woman won't know any more than a man.