Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose?

The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.

She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Prolonged absence makes the heart forget.

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.

Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.

The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.

I'm saddest when I sing.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.

Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills?

let your haters be your motivators

In all you do, try being a WOW, and not a woe.

Letting go of your desires will allow them to come to you much quicker

... go down to the country, take a house, get interested in local politics, in local scandal, in village gossip. Take an inquisitive and violent interest in your neighbours.

Even though it's hard, it's easy.

The mace prodded Will in the back again. That little habit was starting to annoy him and he was tempted to take the weapon from the sergeant major and do a little prodding of his own.

The greatest dangers to liberty lurk in the insidious encroachment by men of zeal, well meaning but without understanding.

No man has ever gone through the crisis of deliberately making Jesus Lord and found Him to be a failure.

I'm not interested in creating a book that is read once and then placed on the shelf and forgotten. I am very happy when people have worn out my books, or that they're held together by Scotch tape.

I often wish my mother had died so that at least I could get some people's sympathy. But there she was, a perfectly beautiful mother.