there is nothing so uncertain and slippery as fact.

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

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.

Life is the steam of the corporeal engine; the soul is the engineer who makes use of the steam-quickened engine.

Achievement has no COLOR.

...you suddenly realise that every chance of being the person you really wanted to be, is gone for ever, and the one you were, is the one those around you will remember.

The public do not know enough to be experts yet know enough to decide between them.

Answered prayers cover the field of providential history as flowers cover western prairies.

As an actor all we want to do is act and play people.

All dread those things they don't understand.

True friendship destroys envy, and true love destroys coquetterie.

It's best being a striker. If you miss five then score the winner, you're a hero. The goalkeeper can play a blinder, then let one in… and he's a villain.

What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie?

My heroines, more often than not, are the ones who are troubled and resistant.