Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!

With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread.

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!

Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!

My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread.

Coquetry is the champagne of love.

There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.

Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.

I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn.

So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears

My world is a million shattered pieces put together, glued by my tears, where each piece is nothing but a reflection of YOU.

I smiled, danced and cried my way out.

I really thought I was pretty good before I saw Hendrix, and then I thought: Yeah, not so good.

I declare and protest in advance, that I do not intend, at this time at least; to be drawn or driven into the question of slavery, in either of its subdivisions or forms.

I want to know if you are willing to live, day by day, with the consequence of love.

...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.

The 'almighty dollar' is the true divinity, and its worship is universal.

He is no God who merely satisfies the intellect, if He ever does.

I'm passionate about pleasing people.

If there be one man, more than another, who deserves to succeed in flying through the air, that man is Mr. Laurence Hargrave, of Sydney, New South Wales.