One lamp — thy mother’s love — amid the stars Shall lift its pure flame changeless, and before The throne of God, burn through eternity - Holy — as it was lit and lent thee here.

One gets, sensitive about losing mornings after getting a little used to them with living in a country. Each one of these endlessly varied daybreaks is an opera but once performed.

A flirt is like a dipper attached to a hydrant; every one is at liberty to drink from it, but no one desires to carry it away.

Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart- rendered to God for his goodness.

Maturity is most rapid in the low latitudes, where pineapples and women most do thrive.

Pitch a lucky man into the Nile, says the Arabian proverb, and he will come up with a fish in his mouth!

It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes, And pleasant scents the noses.

I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.

Like Melrose Abbey, large cities should especially be viewed by moonlight.

The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.

The taste forever refines in the study of women.

You're not a woman, " he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!

That was the end of his driving.. That was the end of his walking free.. That was the end of his privacy.. And that was the end of his secret.

It's not just a matter of whether you support Obama or Romney. It's who they have coming with them. I always keep my powder dry, as they say in the military.

I love sport as long as its kept as an entertainment - not a meaning of life.

I'm comfortable moving into the role of elder person.

At the heart of the celebration, there are the poor. If [they] are excluded, it is not longer a celebration. [...] A celebration must always be a festival of the poor.

One of the reasons that art is important to me is sometimes it actually feels more coherent than life. It orders the chaos.

People sometimes have a very hard time accepting change.

The parade was here, but it disappeared around a corner.

Art teachers are always the doormats of the previous generation.