Progress is The law of life: man is not Man as yet.

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.

What if love wasn't the act of finding what you were missing but the give-and-take that made you both match?

Getting to that place of no thought, is not only a spiritual workout, it is enthused bliss for the soul.

Says, Rahula! Rahula! Face of Glory! Universe chawed and swallowed!

When virtue has slept, it will arise again all the fresher.

Brits have a better sense of humor in most ways. It's darker, more cutting.

Our nannas are losers.

Most of the time you will fail, but you will also occasionally succeed. Those occasional successes make all the hard work and sacrifice worthwhile.

I ought never to act except in such a way that I could also will that my maxim should become a universal law.

I'm quite an opinionated person, but I'd never written a diary before. I quite like it!

I suppose that people, using themselves and each other so much by words, are at least consistent in attributing wisdom to a still tongue.