Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer's day; Sweet Love is dead.

Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For mother's kiss - sweeter this Than any other thing!

Autumn's the mellow time.

Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly every day.

Four ducks on a pond, / A grass-bank beyond, / A blue sky of spring, / White clouds on the wing: / What a little thing / To remember for years - / To remember with tears!.

If any foes of mine are there, I pardon every one: I hope that man and womankind will do the same by me.

Pluck not the wayside flower; It is the traveler's dower.

She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.

A man who keeps a diary pays, Due toll to many tedious days; But life becomes eventful—then, His busy hand forgets the pen. Most books, indeed, are records less Of fulness than of emptiness.

Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!

There is something talismanic about familiar words.

I'm a bit of a workaholic. When I feel like I'm not doing something, it drives me insane.

Life has played some funny tricks on me and taken me on a wild ride. How did I ever get into this wonderful mess that is my life?

Weight has never been a problem with me because when you dance, it just stays off.

The same yesterday, today, and forever.

I am just coming into my best years. This year I did new things; stretching and abdominal work.

I spend my jollity on stage, so there is less in my own life.

I didn't go to a normal high school. It was for people in the performing arts.

It seems to me that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension, which we feel as paralysis because we no longer hear our astonished emotions living.

The message of frustration is an exciting signal. it means that your brain beleives you could be doing better than you currently are.