That which is creative must create itself.

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.

A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

Shed no tear - O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more - O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root's white core.

Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds.

And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me.

You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

Beware! Your mind is a target!

Man might have identified fire, but women identified the way to enjoy with it.

God's care for us is more watchful and more tender than the care of any human father could possibly be.

For all Men would be Cowards if they durst: And Honesty's against all common Sense.

Judith took a deep breath. "Aye, you captured Iain's wife," she said again. "But he married your daughter.

Return telephone calls promptly but be judicious about the time spent on the phone.

When I go into the studio, I'm strictly for business... I don't like any fooling around in the studio.

When someone mentions the gracefulness of the night sky, climb up on the roof and dance and say, like this?

The reader wants to see something happen between pages one and four hundred, and nothing happens if the characters don't change.

I wonder if to stare into the face of God will drive me crazy. (I wonder who would blink first.)