Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.

Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.

The rising sun complies with our weak sight, First gilds the clouds, then shows his globe of light At such a distance from our eyes, as though He knew what harm his hasty beams would do.

Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

To love is to believe, to hope, to know; 'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

All things but one you can restore; the heart you get returns no more.

Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.

All profound distraction opens certain doors. You have to allow yourself to be distracted when you are unable to concentrate.

Love is An invited deal for losing peace

All people who made it at one time thought they could never make it.

I remember myself as a child, pudgy and awkward and unsure of myself. For a moment I wonder how anyone could love such a child as that, let alone the woman she promised to become.

Never lend books, for no one ever returns them

Anyone who has brought up children knows that consistency has absolutely nothing to do with discipline.

Hard work never killed anybody, but why take a chance?

You have to treat it like a fresh character. Sure, there are guidelines so that you don't upset people, but you have to find your own way.

We never graduate from first grade. Over and over, we have to go back to the beginning.

Asking God for a specific thing will amount to limiting God to a specific answer.