To me at least was never evening yet, but seemed far beautifuller than its day.

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.

Feeling your way to knowledge rather than thinking your way, often results in better learning.

If you end up with the story you started with, you weren't listening along the way.

Sin does not stop God's grace from flowing, but God's grace will stop sin.

Writers aren't born, they're made - from practice, reading, and a lot of caffeine.

I decided I wanted to do something that was worthwhile and thought I would try architecture. There was not an architect in my family.

My cats are really sassy and sophisticated, but most importantly, they are picky.

Every contact we have with a customer influences whether or not they'll come back. We have to be great every time or we'll lose them.

I was taught a very strong work ethic that included punctuality, which I've always felt is a sign of respect for others.

The only pertinent political question in relation to an identity [or its photograph] is not Is it really coherent? but What does it actually achieve?

He is deformed, crooked, old and sere, Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.