Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.

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.

She knew whose love she doubted. It wasn't her parents' and it wasn't her friends: It was her own.

While God, for the most part, allows this cosmos [creation] to work according to the laws of nature, there is never a time when He is not actively involved in every detail of life.

You don't just get over it. And it doesn't make any difference if you're supposedly a grown-up. It never goes away.

From what I can see of humans, you often destroy wonderful things in the pursuit of something that your delusions make you think is more wonderful.

Either give it your all or don't even try!

A zero-gravity flight is a first step toward space travel.

You need to make plans for your future, so plan your own future.

Aerobic dancing is already adjusting to injury problems and will probably phase out to some extent.

I never read in bed, only in my study.

And obviously, from our own personal point of view, the principal challenge is a personal challenge.