Upon my lips the breath of song, Within my heart a rhyme, Howe'er time trips or lags along, I keep abreast with time!

In the under-wood and the over-wood there is murmur and trill this day, For every bird is in lyric mood, And the wind will have its way.

A bird in the boughs sang "June," And "June" hummed a bee In a Bacchic glee As he tumbled over and over Drunk with the honey-dew.

Some must delve when the dawn is nigh; Some must toil when the noonday beams; But when might comes, and the soft winds sigh, Every man is a King of Dreams.

Mortals, while through the world you go, Hope may succor and faith befriend, Yet happy your hearts if you can but know, Love awaits at the journey's end!

To heal mine aching moods, Give me God's virgin woods.

Now the thing is no longer a vision: it is paper.

Im looking forward to the World Cup because I believe Wayne Rooney could be one of the major finds in world football.

I have learned as a journalist that if you look long enough and hard enough and carefully enough, most truths are discoverable.

Because I write intuitively and image-by-image and moment-by-moment, my writing has to be powered by feelings and emotions.

I cannot change others, but I can influence others... we can't change people, but we can and we do influence people, and we do it every single day.

The price one pays for pursuing any profession or calling is an intimate knowledge of its ugly side.

The cat would eate fish, and would not wet her feete.

It so often happened to me that someone who shared my opinion kept the larger share for himself that I am now forewarned and offer people only ideas.

Have you ever had one of those days when something just seems to be trying to tell you somebody?

I have no morals, yet I am a very moral person