'Tis well averred, A scientific faith's absurd.

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.

If you fail to take positive charge of your life, your negative experiences wouldn't hesitate to turn your mind into their playground.

It's not, " Mormont told him. "Gods save us, boy, you're not blind and you're not stupid. When dead men come hunting in the night, do you think it matters who sits the Iron Throne?

Now there is so much expertise and brainpower it's hard to be at the cutting edge of what's cool and not do something that's totally geeky.

In the season of white wild roses We two went hand in hand: But now in the ruddy autumn Together already we stand.

All sudden and violent changes, whatever their causes or character, must tend to decrease the respect for status quo as a natural order of things.

Young people have an almost biological destiny to be hopeful.

Albums that remind me of my childhood happiness make me incredibly sad now.

What you see is so much less than what you get.

I do live like a rock star, but it's not as great as it sounds. It's a lot of traveling.

One cannot always be sure of the truth of what one hears if he happens to be President of the United States.