Such ever was love's way: to rise, it stoops.

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.

There's a book for everyone, even if they don't think there is. A book that reaches in and grabs your soul.

I can look beyond the cloudsto feel your lovethe sun will rise againto end the darkness

Ah, sweet Content, where doth thine harbour hold.

To cease to admire is a proof of deterioration.

If notwithstanding, a Rebellion of the same Kind now afflicts this Country, we should not infer that this Institution is useless, or should be laid aside; but just the Reverse.

One thing Barack Obama is: He's a good campaigner. He's a terrible president.

Brotherhood is not so wild a dream as those, who profit by postponing it, pretend.

You can either be the sickness in your world or you can be the cure.

Using taxes to punish the rich, in reality, punishes everyone because we are all interconnected. High taxes and excessive regulation and massive debt are not working.

I really write emotionally so whatever mood I'm in, or if a chord hits me a certain way that's what I'll go off of.