There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven.

O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil!

A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.

Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.

I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.

Crowds of bees are giddy with clover Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.

And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.

Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.

The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.

She flew across the turbulent gust.Her eyes fixed, her wings strongShe flies and flies and flies along.To reach high, to open her wings to the breathing sun rise.

I don't know about forever, but I love you just the same.

The least foolish is wise.

Complaining is what we do when we are really not praying.

Consequences give us the pain that motivates us to change.

The first thing I'd say to women is put aside the guilt. I think we're all genetically programmed to feel guilty for not giving total effort at the job.

The fact that I'm shouting that I have Gangnam style makes people crack up. Imagine if Brad Pitt was singing the song - would it be funny? A twist is important when it comes to writing lyrics.

Nature, my dear sir, is only a hypothesis.

What we hear is the quality of our listening.

Works of art should be stimulating. They should wake people up rather than acting like a sedative.