“God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.”

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, ‘A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!

Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again.

Success in marriage is more than finding the right person: it is being the right person.

The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.

Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it ‘Italy.’

Measure your mind’s height by the shade it casts.

Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me for I know love, I am loved by thee.

If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.

What a thing friendship is – World without end.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

I count life just a stuff To try the soul’s strength on.

But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.

Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.

I think that always makes it fun, trying to create a heroic character and putting your own twist on it and injecting your own personality into it.

It is sort of a disease when you consider yourself some kind of god, the creator of everything, but I feel comfortable about it now since I began to live it out.

Don’t worry; skills are cheap, passion is priceless. If you’re passionate about your content and you know it and do it better than anyone else, even with few formal business skills you have the potential to create a million-dollar business.

Don’t ever make the mistake of telling God that you have nothing to offer. That simply is not true. God does not create any junk.

Our Creator would never have made such lovely days, and have given us the deep hearts to enjoy them, above and beyond all thought, unless we were meant to be immortal.

God’s love is so real that He created you to prove it.

Take time to learn about the lives of women around the world-and try to play a small part in their fight to create the future they deserve.

Angels, living light most glorious! Beneath the Godhead in burning desire in the darkness and mystery of creation you look on the eye of your God never taking your fill: What glorious pleasures take shape within you!