...this pause of rest, This morning hush before the sun.

Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.

Spring's last-born darling, clear-eyed, sweet, Pauses a moment, with white twinkling feet, And golden locks in breezy play, Half teasing and half tender, to repeat Her song of May.

Earth's saddest day and gladdest day were just three days apart!

As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful minister.

Men die but sorrow never dies.

Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen my soul, to the glad refrain, And in spite of old sorrow… and possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin again.

Now the last red ray is gone; Now the twilight shadows hie.

In the deep shadow of the porch A slender bind-weed springs, And climbs, like airy acrobat, The trellises, and swings And dances in the golden sun In fairy loops and rings.

Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and is content.

We ring the bells and we raise the strain We hang up garlands everywhere And bid the tapers twinkle fair, And feast and frolic - and then we go Back to the same old lives again.

The future reshapes the memory of the past in the way it recalibrates significance: some episodes are advanced, others lose purchase.

Life isn't about just having dreams, it's all about transforming them into reality.

Most plagiarists like the drone have neither taste to select industry to acquire nor skill to improve but impudently pilfer the honey ready prepared from the hive.

Single gals aren't all a bunch of Bridget Joneses, desperate for love.

My most annoying question is "Hilary, are you ever going to play a pretty girl?"

People think I must have all these superstitions, but I don't. I use my batting gloves 'til they wear out. I broke four or five bats during the streak, and I didn't cry over any of them.

Our Heavenly Father does bless us when we show our love for Him in all things.

[On alcohol:] Total abstinence is an impossibility and ... it will not do to insist on it as a general practice.

Of all the disciplines involved in making anything - TV, film or anything I do - the writing is the most valuable commodity.

Where there is nothing, there is God.