To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.

The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows.

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.

It is said to be the manner of hypochondriacs to change often their physician.

Hark to that shrill, sudden shout, The cry of an applauding multitude, Swayed by some loud-voiced orator who wields The living mass as if he were its soul!

These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.

But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.

Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.

There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief may hide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.

The groves were God's first temples.

We've been through so much together, and most of it was your fault.

It would be naive to imagine we have solved all our income security problems simply because the roles of the federal and provincial governments in the area of skills training have been clarified.

When exercising, be sure to focus your attention on what you are doing.

Harold Wilson is a petty bourgeois and will remain so in spirit even if they make him a Viscount.

I always wanted to interview Michael Jackson, because I just wanted to humanize him.

I refuse to walk faintly through life only to arrive safely at death!

I try not to read my own books just because I would rather read somebody else.

Today is truly the Golden Age: gold buys hornor, gold procures love

I guess I can be a little neurotic sometimes, but can't everybody?

This generation lacks true knowledge of how the past has trapped you with psychological lassos over Adam's apples.