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.

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!

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 joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you

Life is so interesting that sometimes it can make you bored.

The USA radio frequency (RF) radiation industry has turned zombie movies into reality.

We are now in want of an art to teach how books are to be read rather than to read them. Such an art is practicable.

Age brings about everything; but it is not the time, Madam, as we know, to be a prude at twenty.

I had gone to Paris to immerse myself in painting and I came back wholly involved in words and rhythms.

If you're never scared or embarrassed or hurt, it means you never take any chances.

Halloween is one of my favorite days of the year. I have a strict rule: I don't work on Halloween and I won't travel on Halloween. Not for any reason.

how can a little thing be so annoying?

Writing is a dreadful labor, yet not so dreadful as Idleness.

A fixed idea ends in madness or heroism.