One sweetly solemn thought, comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home today, than I ever have been before.

Never is true love blind, but rather brings an added light.

All the great blessings of my life are present in my thoughts today

And though hard be the task, keep a stiff upper lip.

Sometimes, I think the things we see are shadows of the things to be; that what we plan we build

And never since harvests were ripened, / Or laborers born, / Have men gathered figs of the thistle, / Or grapes of the thorn!

Only yield when you must, never "give up the ship," but fight on to the last "with a stiff upper lip!

Women are only told that they resemble angels when they are young and beautiful; consequently, it is their persons, not their virtues, that procure them homage.

Come up, April, though the valley, / In your robes of beauty drest, / Come and wake your flowery children / From their wintry beds of rest.

There are eyes half defiant, Half meek and compliant; Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm To bring us good or to work with harm.

Ah, there are moments for us here, when, seeing Life's inequalities, and woe, and care, The burdens laid upon our mortal being Seem heavier than the human heart can bear.

He started to estrange her... And they became strangers Who knew each other's heart, So broken as they drifted apart.

Shut lips, sleeping faces, Every stopped machine, The dumb and littered placesWhere crowds have been:.All silences rejoice, Weep (loudly or low), Speak-but with the voiceOf whom, I do not know.

I like the outdoors and the natural world. Environmental issues.

By not caring too much about what people think, I'm able to think for myself and propagate ideas which are very often unpopular. And I succeed.

Crimes against humanity in Gaza: is it really a 'buffer zone' - or a bigger plan? -- It's time to step back and ask if we want to support Israel if it wants to eject all Palestinians from their land.

Freedom is not only the absence of external restraints. It is also the absence of irresistible internal compulsions, unmanageable passion, and uncensorable highlights.

In the business of portrait photography, one must combine the artist and the craftsman.

No man should so act as to make a gain out of the ignorance of another.

Changes made by management today make no improvement.

He whose book of the heart has been opened needs no other books.