Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain Creeps, lilac-laden, up the village street

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.

The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below

Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from falling hands we throw.

In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks still bravely singing fly Scarce heard among the guns below.

If nothing else, it's pleasant to consider the possibility. He likes the thought of ships moving over the water, toward another world just out of sight.

Since there was nowhere else he wanted to be and no one else he wanted touching him, Drake shot Gabriel a smug look over his shoulder as he let Victoria take him wherever she wanted.

There is something gratuitous about creation, an unnecessary abundance of beauty, and through its blossoms and pleasures we can revel in the sheer largesse of the Father.

We should live and learn but by the time we've learned it's too late to live.

I'm ever curious about the world.

Buying and selling is essentially antisocial.

I don't listen to anybody but Boosie.

Oh you two look delicious," Bast said, licking her lips. "No, no-er, I mean wonderful. Now, off you go!

It gives you more freedom, the digital camera.

The obstacle in the path becomes the path. Never forget, within every obstacle is an opportunity to improve our condition.