To me, writing is like learning to ride a bike. At first you have your training wheels on but before you know it, you have graduated to a ten speed!!

You have a faculty for defining the simplest in terms of the grandiose, so that a poor devil like me can't understand it.

Mirror reflects your outer beauty

In life you hoped to do what you could but mostly you did what you were told and that was the end of it.

May God save the country, for it is evident that the people will not.

I love a great pair of jeans and a nice blouse.

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

And shade the violets, That they may bind the moss in leafy nets.

You know I have loved him always. But we are very poor. Who, being loved, is poor? Oh, no one. I hate my riches. They are a burden.

Motives by excess reverse their very nature and instead of exciting, stun and stupefy the mind.

There's always a price for what you want.