Vulgarity is more obvious in satin than in homespun.

One gets, sensitive about losing mornings after getting a little used to them with living in a country. Each one of these endlessly varied daybreaks is an opera but once performed.

A flirt is like a dipper attached to a hydrant; every one is at liberty to drink from it, but no one desires to carry it away.

Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart- rendered to God for his goodness.

Maturity is most rapid in the low latitudes, where pineapples and women most do thrive.

Pitch a lucky man into the Nile, says the Arabian proverb, and he will come up with a fish in his mouth!

It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes, And pleasant scents the noses.

I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.

Like Melrose Abbey, large cities should especially be viewed by moonlight.

The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.

The taste forever refines in the study of women.

In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.

Hard to accept the end of a story that won the villain against heroes.

The strongest shoulders are not the well-built shoulders of a weight lifter who carries iron dumbbells, but they are of a mother’s weak shoulders which carry three children!

Wars make people rich - and they make a lot of people poor, and they take a lot of people's lives away from them.

How can any person justify an aesthetic that reduces a woman or child to an emaciated skeleton? Is it art? Surely fashion's aesthetic should enhance and beautify the human form, not destroy it.

From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.

I am constantly being told that I have been a big influence for many people, including other musicians.

If you laugh at it, you can deal with it.

Instead of telling God how big your problems are, tell your problem how BIG your God is.

The sun is a-wait at the ponderous gate of the West.