Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll fail us: when afar You rise, remember one man saw you, Knew you, and named a star!

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.

Write what you know.

Read, mediate and speak the word of God into your mind, soul and spirit.

Science fiction is no more written for scientists than ghost stories are written for ghosts.

I want to caution you against the idea that balance has to be a routine that looks the same week in and week out.

Spiritual reading is a regular, essential part of the life of prayer, and particularly is it the support of adoring prayer.

We are franker towards others than towards ourselves.

Everything that happens to us is the result of what we ourselves have thought, said, or done.We alone are responsible for our lives.

The goal for me in business is to work on things I want to work on, and be as successful as I can, without achieving any sort of attention or fame. That would be the best. That would be ideal.

Patriotism is not endlessly bragging that out country is the best; rather it is wanting one's country to be the best that it can be and helping it to be that best, which is a very different matter.

People have a natural tendency to flee to the mountains when things get tough.