Things are where things are, and, as fate has willed, So shall they be fulfilled.

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.

Abuse the innocent and create a monster.

In order to become the master the politician poses as the servant.

We want our children to live in an America that isn't burdened by debt, that isn't weakened by inequality, that isn't threatened by the destructive power of a warming planet.

The best thing is not to be born. But who is as lucky as that? To whom does it happen? Not to one among millions and millions of people.

Jesus is Lord! That is not negotiable.

Thinking withdraws radically and for its own sake from this world and its evidential nature, whereas science profits from a possible withdrawal for the sake of specific results.

My friends tend to be writers. I think writers and painters are really all the same-we just sit in our rooms.

Fear both the heat and the cold of your heart, and strive for patience, if you can.

That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.

You want to be commercially successful and critically acclaimed. But the truth is, there's only a few Bruce Springsteens and Paul McCartneys out there.