Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies; Nay, who but infants question in such wise, twas one of my most intimate enemies.

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragonfly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky.

The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.

Beauty without the beloved is a like a sword through the heart.

Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell.

You have been mine before - How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow's soar, your neck turned so, Some veil did fall, - I knew it all of yore.

It is beautiful, the world, and life itself. I am glad I have lived.

Places that are empty of you are empty of life.

The Wombat is a Joy, a Triumph, a Delight, a Madness!

If God in his wisdom have brought closeThe day when I must die,That day by water or fire or airMy feet shall fall in the destined snareWherever my road may lie.

Her hair that lay along her back Was yellow like ripe corn.

Let me ask you a question Alex. What do you think is the greatest evil on this plant today?""Is that including, or not including you?

Being aware is being aware of one's own mind and the games it plays on itself.

To win the people, always cook them some savoury that pleases them.

Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow.

Volunteering is a great way to look outside your own problems. Giving back to makes you happier by both giving you a sense of purpose and helping to put your problems in perspective.

Someone has said the best nursing home is the U.S. Senate.

Historically, the British have always been rather wary of grand engineering projects - perhaps understandably, given that many of them have been delivered late and over budget.

A model is done when nothing else can be taken out.

I'm a rewriter. That's the part I like best . . . once I have a pile of paper to work with, it's like having the pieces of a puzzle. I just have to put the pieces together to make a picture.

Our culture's obsession with vintage objects has rendered us unable to separate history from nostalgia. People want heart. They want a chaser of emotion with their aesthetics.