On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.

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.

I've been wearing my super gown because someone won't let me go get maternity clothes because they are being a paranoid, drama bear

The moon shines like a freshly unwrapped cheese ball at the holidays.”-William Harrison in Truth Insurrected: The Saint Mary Project

I say somewhat facetiously, "I'm so glad I'm not God." Can you imagine being God and looking at Syria and saying: "These are my children. Look at what they're doing to each other."

Be assured that I did not become the Mayor of Chicago to preside over its decline.

Basically I listen to just about everything except heavy metal.

I have 'the first' attached to my name in a whole lot of different aspects when it comes to the sport of basketball.

Please remember me.

In the desert, an old monk had once advised a traveler, the voices of God and the Devil are scarcely distinguishable.

As an actor, you want as much variety as you can muster up. Otherwise you just keep playing the same chord over and over again.

If I can get them to think, get them to feel, get them to see, then I've done about all that I can as a teacher.