The true poet dreams being awake.

Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

The greatest pleasure I know, is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.

Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.

I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.

How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

A poor relation—is the most irrelevant thing in nature.

How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family's eye?

For God's sake (I never was more serious) don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print.

When things get too complicated, it sometimes makes sense to stop and wonder: Have I asked the right question?

The point is, whether or not they show it at dinner parties, writers learn, by a necessity of their trade, to be the sharpest of observers.

I asked somebody else who is out my country about his country and what he answered what's a big suprise what the people said in my country was "STUPIDY" - Category answer!

When you choose sin the baggage that comes with it is error.

We are not just any nation.

I believe that what it is I have been called to do will make itself known when I have made myself ready.

The musicians one day are going to listen to me.

To gnaw on is human, towards digest, divine.

Our first priority in ministry must be love. Love for His Word, love for His people, and love for His appearing.

The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You hear it now, if e'er you can.