The world and life's too big to pass for a dream

My sun sets to rise again.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.

Hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, And great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this world's life.

To bind one free man with love is better than to release a thousand slaves.

Don't tell me how talented you are. Tell me how hard you work.

I grew up sort of middle class, safe and suburban.

I had grown up as a fan of Studs Terkel. In Chicago he sort of looms large and is mentioned often.

Women love the lie that saves their pride, but never an unflattering truth.

I feel like the world has just become a polyester suit that's smoldering, melting, and at some point we have to figure out how to extinguish it.

Out of everyone at Manchester United, I would pick out Scholes, he is the best midfielder of his generation. I would had loved to play alongside him.

Children really brighten up a household. They never turn the lights off.

[Please let my daughter] not have to wear high heels.

He's a lucky guy Cristiano, he always gets first row tickets to see Messi win his awards.