Will you walk into my parlour? Said the spider to a fly: '"Tis the prettiest little parlour That ever you did spy.

He is happiest who hath power to gather wisdom from a flower.

For visions come not to polluted eyes.

To ask me is in vain; For who goes up your winding stair Can ne'er come down again.

Yes, in the poor man's garden grow Far more than herbs and flowers - Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind, And Joy for weary hours.

God sends children for another purpose than merely to keep up the race -- to enlarge our hearts, to make us unselfish, and full of kindly sympathies and affections.

True delicacy, that most beautiful heart-leaf of humanity, exhibits itself most significantly in little things.

Then take me on your knee, mother; And listen, mother of mine. A hundred fairies danced last night, And the harpers they were nine.

When on the breath of Autumn's breeze, From pastures dry and brown, Goes floating, like an idle thought, The fair, white thistle-down; O, then what joy to walk at will, Upon the golden harvest-hill!

Heart's ease! one could look for half a day Upon this flower, and shape in fancy out Full twenty different tales of love and sorrow, That gave this gentle name.

Old England is our home, and Englishmen are we; Our tongue is known in every clime, our flag in every sea.

Without art, a film is pure wastage of time and resources.

Hypocrisy is the resin that holds the plywood of society together.

Dedication. DEDICATION. That is the only way to become a writer. Write every day. Write until your fingers bleed, your eyes bleed, your soul bleeds. From that blood, stories are born. It's worth it.

That friend, given to you by circumstances over which you have not control, was God's own gift.

I'm more interested in plot than theme, but I hope my values find their way into my stories: kindness, sympathy, effort, and humor!

Half the time when brothers wrestle, it's just an excuse to hug each other.

When you take a picture of someone, never show it to them right away. If they don't like it, they may erase it.

The dilemma, of course, is that such people save their most important words for after, when the surrounding humans are unlucky enough to find them.

Vice leaves repentance in the soul, like an ulcer in the flesh, which is always scratching and lacerating itself; for reason effaces all other griefs and sorrows, but it begets that of repentance.

A Marine is never intimidated.