The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

I shall be found with 'Indians' engraved on my brain when I am dead. A fire has been kindled within me, which will never go out.

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?

O proudly name their names who bravely sail| To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas!

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

Like a blind spinner in the sun,I tread my days:I know that all the threads will runAppointed ways.I know each day will bring its task,And being blind no more I ask.

If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life.

Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.

The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

Be eager to explore new discoveries

I care about you as people, and I believe you are capable of great things. Each of you will contribute something to this world. You are important. You would be missed.

Look to yourself

The trouble with Lucious, " he said, putting his feet up on the desk after this cousin has gone, " is that he thinks politics is a fight for justice. Politics is a profession.

Forty million Frenchmen can't be wrong.

If waterboarding does not constitute torture, then there is no such thing as torture.

Without innocence, nothing can further, as they say in the I Ching.

Lieutenant General Michael Flynn would fit into that broader pattern.

Marke all Mathematicall heades, which be onely and wholy bent to those sciences, how solitarie they be themselues, how vnfit to liue with others, & how vnapte to serue in the world.

A heart-memory is better than a mere head-memory. Better to carry away a little of the love of Christ in our souls, than if we were able to repeat every word of every sermon we ever heard.