I cannot speak In happy tones; the tear drops on my cheek Show I am sad; But I can speak Of grace to suffer with submission meek, Until made glad.

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

You're something between a dream and a miracle.

Light tomorrow with today!

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

Silence is the best response to a fool.

I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.

Still, obviously, one can't be sensible all the time.

Better not be at all than not be noble.

It's deeply human to do both the worst things and the best things because of your fear of loss.

In the Bowling Alley of Tomorrow, there will even be machines that wear rental shoes and throw the ball for you. Your sole function will be to drink beer.

The important part of the present development is the anti-capitalist sentiment that is permeating our people.

You think I'm deranged! How refreshing. Everyone here takes me so seriously, it's a wonderful change to be thought mentally deficient.

Even if you can't sing well, sing. Sing to yourself. Sing in the privacy of your home. But sing.

The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.

You must not deprive the colonies of their right to make laws for themselves. Parliament should only make laws necessary for the empire as a whole.

It was her mother, I didn't know what to say, I was hanging by a string. She said, hey you two, I was once like you and liked to do the wild thing.