This could but have happened once,- And we missed it, lost it forever.

My sun sets to rise again.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.

Hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, And great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this world's life.

Mine was a patchwork God, sewn together from bits of rag and ribbon, Eastern and Western, pagan and Hebrew, everything but the kitchen sink and Jesus.

The wall of every inability can only be built with one's mind.

I live in two unique worlds, traveling between both with just the opening or closing of my eyes.

HATE, even if it's making money. is an underground movie, that's how it was made. It's a film about police brutality in the largest sense, it's about the whole of society and not just about the hood.

I don't watch a lot of other people's parodies because I don't want to be unduly influenced.

It's the opposite of that. Engineers in lab coats have created a musical experience that is so crisp and clean, it can literally improve your hearing.

My mum was too busy raising four of us to encourage my hopes. But I'm glad I had the upbringing I did. It made me a worrier and a thoughtful, curious person.

I want to go to practice. I want to be in the huddles. That's me.

An editor is like a painter. There is a magic in that.

The role of CO2 is not nearly as clear as the climate catastrophists would suggest.