When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

I shall be found with 'Indians' engraved on my brain when I am dead. A fire has been kindled within me, which will never go out.

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?

O proudly name their names who bravely sail| To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas!

Like a blind spinner in the sun,I tread my days:I know that all the threads will runAppointed ways.I know each day will bring its task,And being blind no more I ask.

If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life.

Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.

The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.

Each new mornNew widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrowsStrike heaven on the face, that it resoundsAs if it felt with Scotland, and yelled outLike syllable of dolor.

Nature is grand and is made of dream-like elements.All is one, and connected, making an incredible journey, becoming one and united, eternally.

Author: A person who's best friends are imaginary, and who's most exciting adventures take place on the written page.

In the largest scheme of things, just as no one has the right to tell us our true value, no one has the right to tell us what we truly owe.

A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know.

When you run in the morning, you gain time. It's like stretching 24 hours into 25. You may need less sleep and get up earlier, but if you can get by that, running early seems to expand the day.

I don't think I've read any of the books that have been written about me.

Stem cells are like toenail clippings with a better career plan.

There is no mundane dimension really, if you have the eyes to see it, it is all transcendental.

The light in her eyes was beyond description, yet it did not instill improper thoughts: it inspired a love tempered by awe, purifying the hearts it inflamed.