The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried

More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.

We are all a part of every person we have ever met.

I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.

Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.

...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.

Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.

if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.

God gives us love! Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.

That's how I want to go. Taking my own way out and totally pissing everybody off at the end.

I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

Our first and last love is self-love.

Some unanswered prayers are only because God doesn't want to do something for us. He wants to do something through us.

Human action is purposeful behavior.

In Connecticut, my understanding, although I haven't seen the actual litigation, is that they want to measure every other year and not provide annual assessment as is required in the statute.

I'm not really a happy person. It's a question of temperament. I have a tendency toward melancholy. You can feel quite happily melancholic.

The fairy tale is in a perpetual state of becoming and alteration. To keep to one version or one translation alone is to put robin redbreast in a cage.

We seek more and more privacy, and feel more and more alienated and lonely when we get it.

To me when a mother puts food in a microwave for her children, it is an act of hate