The groves were God's first temples.

The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows.

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.

It is said to be the manner of hypochondriacs to change often their physician.

Hark to that shrill, sudden shout, The cry of an applauding multitude, Swayed by some loud-voiced orator who wields The living mass as if he were its soul!

These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.

But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.

Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.

There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief may hide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.

To expect the other people to spoon-feed you shows the lack of hunger, thirst or drive to push forward the things you desire to accomplish.

My stories are my children. Some are sweet infants that I coddle and care for. Others are old enough now, they need to damn well get a job!

One of Wordsworth's Lake District neighbours remarked upon hearing of the poet's death "I suppose his son will carry on the business."

The funny thing about these uniforms is that you hang them in the closet and they get smaller and smaller.

Caring for veterans shouldn’t be a partisan issue. It should an American one.

I'm good at being on my own. As a kid, I was always in my room alone, so I have a high threshold for it. If I'm bored, I'll read. Hanging around doesn't go well with me.

I try really hard to separate myself from other celebrity brands.

... there can be no more shameless carelessness than with the food we eat for life itself.

Choose your mutations carefully...

So much depends upon a blue car splattered with mud speeding down the road.