In God's good time, Which does not always fall on Saturday When the world looks for wages.

My sun sets to rise again.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.

Hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, And great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this world's life.

As far as rearing children goes, the basic idea I try to keep in mind is that a child is a person. Just because they happen to be a little shorter than you doesn't mean they are dumber than you.

The river of sludge will go on and on. It isn't about me.

Life is like a game of cards. The hand you are dealt is determinism; the way you play it is free will.

French troops arrived in Afghanistan last week, and not a minute too soon. The French are acting as advisers to the Taliban, to teach them how to surrender properly.

Yeah but your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could they didn't stop to think if they should.

To my mind, Swaraj based on nonviolence is the fulfillment of the constructive programme.

I can become you for a second and you can become me and this lifts us up.

On the keyboard of life, always keep one finger on the escape key.

I take a lot of favorite moves from great players and add them to my repertoire.

It's human nature to want to be with other people.