The dreariest spot in all the land to Death they set apart; with scanty grace from Nature's hand, and none from that of Art.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas!

Through this broad street, restless ever, ebbs and flows a human tide, wave on wave a living river; wealth and fashion side by side; Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide.

Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying.

Along the river's summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And trembles on its arid stalk the hoar plum of the golden-rod.

Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play!

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God, who loveth all his works, Has left his Hope with all.

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

Green calm below, blue quietness above.

The philosophy of poetry must acknowledge that the poetic act has no past, at least no recent past, in which its preparation and appearance could be followed.

We have to remember that progress isn’t just a straight line upwards, O.K.?It’s a weird roller coaster where sometimes you’re screaming for joy, and other times you’re barfing in your own face.

Be kind to all living things. Nature notices everything.

There is no better way to influence children than being their role model.

We are accountable to [God] for the way we use our time.

I hurt all the damn time because my stupid heart has decided for one reason or another that it can't survive without being next to yours. -Chase

Computing machines perhaps can do the work of a dozen ordinary men, but there is no machine that can do the work of one extraordinary man.

You could probably go three or four months without the word 'God' coming from my dad's mouth; Mum would pray for a parking space.

It's a great challenge to be better than your opportunities.

So long, Mom I'm off to drop the bomb So don't wait up for me But while you swelter Down there in your shelter You can see me On your TV