Sappho survives, because we sing her songs; And Eschylus, because we read his plays!

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 nurture daily my wellness.

Do we ever get what we really want? Do we ever achieve what our powers have ostensibly equipped us for? No: everything works by contraries.

Tolerance level of each one changes as per situation - Is it Hypocrisy ?

Guide humbly.Guide happily.Guide hopefully.Guide honorably.

Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be.

The hardest thing in the world is for a warrior to let others be.

People with HIV are still stigmatized. The infection rates are going up. People are dying. The political response is appalling. The sadness of it, the waste.

... the space left to freedom is very small.ends are inherent in human nature and the same for all.

I smile at her. "You're an angel." "Nah," she says. "I'm just a girl crazy in love.

You can have a film and have 200 white people working on it, and nobody finds anything wrong with that. But if you insist on having a black crew, all of a sudden there's something wrong.