The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above.

The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows.

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.

It is said to be the manner of hypochondriacs to change often their physician.

Hark to that shrill, sudden shout, The cry of an applauding multitude, Swayed by some loud-voiced orator who wields The living mass as if he were its soul!

These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.

But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.

Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.

There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief may hide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.

The groves were God's first temples.

The key to your success or failure lies in your daily habits.

Unreality cooled reality’s burn.

The personal values managers reported being the most under pressure to compromise to do their jobs successfully: 1. Family 2. Integrity.

Do the wise thing and the kind thing too, and make the best of us and not the worst.

I think the novel form chose me. I was a writer before I became a criminal... my first instinct was to write.

There needs to be a similar degree of flexibility and generosity in the recognition of the humaneness and worth of people who we generally consider as adversaries.

This is not a jungle war, but a struggle for freedom on every front of human activity.

Einstein pronounced the doom of continuous or 'rational' space, and the way was made clear for Picasso and the Marx Brothers and Mad magazine.

I live in a beautiful vintage building that was built in the heart of downtown Chicago.

When we accept bad art because it's good politics, we're killing the swan to feed the chickens.