The Spring is here--the delicate footed May, With its slight fingers full of leaves and flowers, And with it comes a thirst to be away. In lovelier scenes to pass these sweeter hours.

One gets, sensitive about losing mornings after getting a little used to them with living in a country. Each one of these endlessly varied daybreaks is an opera but once performed.

A flirt is like a dipper attached to a hydrant; every one is at liberty to drink from it, but no one desires to carry it away.

Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart- rendered to God for his goodness.

Maturity is most rapid in the low latitudes, where pineapples and women most do thrive.

Pitch a lucky man into the Nile, says the Arabian proverb, and he will come up with a fish in his mouth!

It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes, And pleasant scents the noses.

I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.

Like Melrose Abbey, large cities should especially be viewed by moonlight.

The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.

The taste forever refines in the study of women.

Ruthless trust ultimately comes down to this: faith in the person of Jesus and hope in his promise.

Simplicity is hard to build, easy to use, and hard to charge for. Complexity is easy to build, hard to use, and easy to charge for.

I will teach you the Truth and the Path leading to the Truth.

The smiling portrait of you is still hanging on my frowning wall.

Freedom to me is a luxury of being able to follow the path of the heart, to keep the magic in your life. Freedom is necessary for me in order to create, and if I cannot create I don’t feel alive.

Dare to dream of your great success. Become intimate with those things which deeply motivate you and regularly work toward the realization of that mission.

Now what Clan you know with lines this ill? Bust shots at Big Ben, like we got time to kill.

Someone had told me about a house in Wandsworth, southwest London - 21 Blenkarne Road - with an incredible garden, so I went and had a look. I walked in and just said, 'I want it.'

After an age of leaves and feathers someone dead thought of the mountain as money and cut the trees that were here and the wind and the rain at night. It is hard to say it.

What I would have liked to do on that show was play a secretary of state who has huge personal business interests throughout the world. That, to me, seems to be more in synch with reality.