avarice is especially, I suppose, a disease of the imagination.

Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots and gillyflowers.

January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow.

Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies.

Dull November brings the blast, Then the leaves are whirling fast.

April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet.

The Poplar grows up straight and tall, The Pear-tree spreads along the wall

there is nothing so uncertain and slippery as fact.

The desire to be the object of public attention is weak, but the excessive dread of it is but a form of vanity and over-self-contemplativeness.

February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again.

i want to be stronger, so i can protect what i love more.

Love and marriage, love and marriage, go together like a horse and carriage. This I tell ya, brother, you can't have one without the other.

If the entire week is a battlefield, reading the Bible is sort of like that parachute with the box of reserves that come in the middle of the war: food and water and the toothbrush and toilet paper.

Better to be the architect of something you can endorse than the placard waving protagonist standing in the rain.

The world must become romanticized, and in that way we find again its original meaning for us.

I had been very close to Anne Bancroft when we worked together in The Miracle Worker

If it's not hard, you're not dreaming big enough!

We are the opening verse of the opening page of the chapter of endless possibilities.

On the top of the batting list we have pinned our hopes on the Dilshan-Thirima nne combination as they have been putting the runs on the board whenever they have been entrusted with the opening slot.

There's a Place in the Sun, where there's hope for everyone.