There is nothing but death Our affections can sever, And till life's latest breath Love shall bind us for ever.

Green sods are all their monument; and yet it tells A nobler history than pillared piles, Or the eternal pyramids.

Roses bloom, and then they wither; Cheeks are bright, then fade and die; Shapes of light are wafted hither, Then, like visions, hurry by.

The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.

Thought can wing its way Swifter than lightning-flashes or the beam That hastens on the pinions of the morn.

The thundering voice that wrings, in one dark, damning moment, crimes of years!

I am one who finds within me a nobility that spurns the idle pratings of the great, and their mean boasts of what their fathers were, while they themselves are fools effeminate.

In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, And they tell in a garland their loves and cares; Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers, On its leaves a mystic language bears.

The recollection of one upward hour Hath more in it to tranquilize and cheer The darkness of despondency, than years Of gayety and pleasure.

There are moments of life that we never forget, which brighten and brighten as time steals away.

Sweet flower, thou tellest how hearts as pure and tender as thy leaf, as low and humble as thy stem, will surely know the joy that peace imparts.

How does one craft happiness out of something as important, as complicated, as unrepeatable and as easily damaged as life?

Nothing can destroy your inner peace except your uncontrolled thoughts.

There are times when looking on the bright side takes a lot ot work. I'm taking a break from it tonight. I'll be back at it tomorrow.

I would argue that practices that destroy ecosystems always destroy jobs.

Ideals are like the stars: we never reach them, but like the mariners of the sea, we chart our course by them.

Of all the joyous motives of school life, the love of knowledge is the only abiding one; the only one which determines the scale, so to speak, upon which the person will hereafter live.

Facebook will figure out ways to allow people to have good businesses.

I believe that we often disguise pain through ritual and it may be the only solace we have.

there's nothing as powerful as a made-up mind!

Discontent with this world gives such a painful longing to quit it that, if the heart finds comfort, it is solely from the thought that God wishes it to remain here in banishment.