Pens carry further than rifled cannon.

And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy's bonfire spread.

Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.

I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.

From the desert I come to thee, On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire.

But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!

By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.

With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!

The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.

The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.

The loving are the daring.

It's often your deepest pain that brings out the best out of you

He was not in the house. He did not come back that night. Days went by, and at last she understood that he would not return at all.

To die for one's country is such a worthy fate that all compete for so beautiful a death.

I hid myself in food.

The whole vanity aspect of building up different muscles - I have no interest.

I collect ex-boyfriends -- and more than five, at last count.

I'm spending nights just dreaming / And playing the music loud / They're banging on the ceiling / They're praying that I'll soon be out.

I'm a humble guy, okay?

You know how I be. Last week Kobe couldn't do without me.

Seek to learn on earth those truths which will remain ever valid in Heaven