O Death, O Beyond, Thou art sweet, thou art strange!

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.

You can be a great man and still be a fool. Many of our country’s leaders can attest to that. Were they still living.

The mind can go in a thousand directions, but on this beautiful path, I walk in peace. With each step, the wind blows. With each step, a flower blooms.

Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s ch

People believe a little too easily that the function of the sun is to help the cabbages along.

'Umble we are 'umble we have been 'umble we shall ever be.

Faith speaks when hope is disassembled; faith lives when hope dies dead.

By the way, did you ever realize that if Moses would have turned right instead of left, we'd have had the oil, the Arabs would have had the sand?

I love my snaggle fangs. They give me character and character is sexy.

There are about a dozen of these gardens, more or less extensive, according to the business or wealth of the proprietor; but they are generally smaller than the smallest of our London nurseries.

It is not poverty that we praise, it is the man whom poverty cannot humble or bend.