The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin sighing!

With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread.

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!

Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!

My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread.

Coquetry is the champagne of love.

There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.

Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.

I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn.

Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!

The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands.

I haven't had any formal education. Through the grace of god, I am gifted in mathematics and the English language.

I write between 5.30am and 9.00. That way, I hope I carry over something from my dream time.

The solution to Iraq - an Iraq that can govern itself, sustain itself and defend itself - is more than a military mission. Precisely the reason why I sent more troops into Baghdad.

When a man has a problem very thoroughly and can't solve it, he really has too few problems. He needs more.

Dignity: the doomed man's final refuge.

Winners never quit, quitters never win.

I am the worst judge of how a movie is going to do. I always have great and ambitious hopes, but none of them see the light of day.

A cricketer's life is a life of splendid freedom, healthy effort, endless variety, and delightful good fellowship.

But beauty vanishes; beauty passes; However rare rare it be; And when I crumble, who will remember This lady of the West Country?