What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

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.

When we feel weak, we drop our heads on the shoulders of others. Don't get mad when someone does that. Be honored. For that person trusted you enough to, even if subtly, ask you for help.

Sir, I would rather be right than to be President.

Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.

Work hard at everything you do. Never give up. Never quit. Many people have talents but without the hard work you won't get anywhere.

A crime is a crime, regardless of what collar you wear.

You have to do a little bragging on yourself even to your relatives-man doesn't get anywhere without advertising.

This train of thought was heading straight for Pity City, and she wanted to get off.

I cannot find language of sufficient energy to convey my sense of the sacredness of private integrity.

The question is: how you cross uneven ground, how you assemble networks around you.

I am obsessed with beauty. I want everything to be perfect, and of course it isn’t. And that’s a tough place to be because you’re never satisfied.