Waking or sleeping, I see a wreck, And hear a cry from a reeling deck!

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas!

Through this broad street, restless ever, ebbs and flows a human tide, wave on wave a living river; wealth and fashion side by side; Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide.

Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying.

Along the river's summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And trembles on its arid stalk the hoar plum of the golden-rod.

Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play!

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God, who loveth all his works, Has left his Hope with all.

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

Green calm below, blue quietness above.

Embrace fanaticism. Harness joie de vivre by pursuing insane interests, consuming passions, and constant sources of gratification that do not depend on the approval of others

The smaller fry disappears while the bigger one still rules in the business world and also in other areas like politics.

High heels empower women in a way.

They're funny things, Accidents. You never have them till you're having them.

Freedom and Justice are twin sisters.

I want to take some of the ideas that worked when my husband was president, and we ended up with 23 million new jobs and incomes went up for everybody.

Next to being married, a girl likes to be crossed in love a little now and then.

When we give way to joy, we do not feel that we have lost control, but gained freedom.

There is something wonderful about singing and writing music, I think there is something special about creativity and the ability humans have in that area.

...the collapse of tsarism, while not improbably, was certainly not inevitable.