Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

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.

Get around people who are trying to make a difference in the world. Iron sharpens iron.

I'll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness has proved but hollow courtesy.

She has to live, Eliott. I owe her a lifetime of apologies.”“Sometimes I think that’s all we owe our parents.

You don't restore 'The Last Supper' by filling in the missing bits - you preserve. You accept the material that has somehow survived.

If it doesn't have siamese twins in a jar, it is not a fair.

She is like a child picking at a scab, unable to stop herself even though she knows it will hurt.

Clearly as you move to being a public company, probably even more than growth, there is a huge value based on predictability.

Benevolence means whatever is good for your Spirit.

Free enterprise is a rough and competitive game. It is a hell of a lot better than a government monopoly.

All important things are hard.