Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

the soul of conversation is sympathy

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

To live in the hearts of others is not to die

Your belief systems limit your reality to a sub-set of the solution space that does not contain the answer.

The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything.

Christianity preaches the infinite worth of that which is seemingly worthless and the infinite worthlessness of that which is seemingly so valued.

In the days approaching Christmas, she always reminds me of the previous year: 'Jane crocheted you an entire poncho, and all you gave her was a bone-shaped beach stone.

To every soul you encounter, be a mirror, which reflects only their beauty.

It's volatile, the marriage. Which one isn't? Nothing better than a good, full-on row. Get it all out. Say rude and nasty things. And then be sorry. Genuinely sorry, afterwards.

It's better to do a dull thing with style than a dangerous thing without it.

An aircraft which is used by wealthy people on their expense accounts, whose fares are subsidized by much poorer taxpayers.

It doesn't matter what your work really is. It is exciting to do well at something. It empowers you.

I think every woman should have a blowtorch.

Some people seemed to get all sunshine, and some all shadow.

Do what you believe in and believe in what you do. The rest is a waste of time and energy.