White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so; life's business being just the terrible choice.

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.

All is as it should be.

I heard wordOf bellied sailcloth, Creak of oars, And gold in Eastland.Then I smelledA smell remembered:Salt of sprayAnd black-pitched boat's keel.

There’s a ghost of a dream that you don’t even try to shake free off because you’re too in love with the way she haunts you.

Delayed gratification is a major virtue that is missing from our society.

Oh, yeah. You're the best, " I grinned back at him."Pumpkin, hello. Of course I am!

Make mistakes faster.

It's all about the script. Reality is key to me and less cutesy.

I was born in Washington, D.C., and I was raised in Milwaukee.

Sundown. The distressed sloop, its mainmast shattered by lightning, its sails ripped by the winds of the open sea, drifted into the small, quiet beach of a private island in the Lesser Antilles

I'm Here All Weak might be the strangest comedy album I have ever heard. But I've listened twice, which is more than I listen to 90 percent of all comedy albums, so I think I love it?