The little bee returns with evening's gloom, To join her comrades in the braided hive, Where, housed beside their might honey-comb, They dream their polity shall long survive.

It was a perfect night for a train. The occasional whistle told Louis of all the farewells he had ever known.

The rainbow bursts like magic on mine eyes! In hues of ancient promise there imprest.

When the whistle blew and the call stretched thin across the night, one had to believe that any journey could be sweet to the soul.

Dreams are today's answers to tomorrow's questions.

Girls either wanted him or wanted to improve him, but most often a combination of the two. They wanted to improve him until he justified the amount they wanted him.

We killed 6 innocent people, launching 22, I think $3 million apiece missiles on Baghdad...that's a little bit overdoing it.

I didn't grow up with my mother, and so losing her for real was like, some sort of latent childhood, some sort of unresolved issue. When she left for real, it was sort of like, I was done.

A lot of women have come to understand that you can't just show up and say I'm unhappy, you have to then go out and do something.

When there is pleasure, there is often abandon, and mistakes are made.

In every trial Let understanding fight for you.

There is no faith, however respectable, no interest, however legitimate, which must not accommodate itself to the progress of human knowledge and bend before truth.

I want to end my career on my terms, not on what people think I should do.

Death and its associates, after the initial shock, produce callousness.