What honour that, But tedious waste of time, to sit and hear So many hollow compliments and lies.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.

The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.

He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.

He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.

Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!

Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.

There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.

Love Virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.

I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle.

A boy, Ranga, is the light in his father’s eye and the love in his mother’s heart.

A great battle is a terrible thing, " the old knight said, "but in the midst of blood and carnage, there is sometimes also beauty, beauty that could break your heart.

There is nothing in the world of art like the songs mother used to sing.

With the exception of the New York Times, Fox news, and Lou Dobbs of CNN, and talk radio, the rest of the mainstream media has basically been silenced like a bunch of dumb monkeys.

There is nothing happens to any person but what was in his power to go through with.

Be able to recognize the dangerous snakes, spiders, insects, and plants that live in your area of the country.

To feel free, hide nothing!

claire:Now shane was talking sense?Wow was it opposite day?

I started working on trying to sound like June from the very beginning.

Tidiness is a virtue, symmetry is often a constituent of beauty.