Tis the night - the night Of the grave's delight, And the warlocks are at their play; Ye think that without The wild winds shout, But no, it is they - it is they.

'Tis the night - the night Of the grave's delight.

Flowers are words which even a baby can understand.

J'ai un but, une tâche, disons le mot, une passion. Le métier d'écrire en est une violente et presque indestructible."[Letter to Jules Boucoiran, 4 March 1831]

It plumps up your thinker and fills up your heart. And where you end up is not where you start.

Your journey will end in an unknown planet. Fully enjoy your journey.

It is almost impossible to not triumph to bigger and better things, if you aren't afraid to make mistakes, learn from them, and try again with a better approach.

Canada's national bird is the grouse.

I'm an unemployed teacher right now and I'm looking for a place to teach.

I shouldn't have named the chimps. It wasn't scientific. I didn't know. I knew nothing. And worse sin of all was that I was ascribing to them emotions like happiness, sadness and so forth.

Anything can happen out there on any court.

There is nothing new to gain. On the other hand a man must lose his ignorance. That is all.

We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.