“One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.”

Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.

And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!

A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

The education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.

The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.

There is a comfort in the strength of love; ‘Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.

Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.

That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.

And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner’s eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.

My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.

Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.

Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.

What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.

The secret is to moisturize the face. I’ve been doing that since I was 17 years old. (on looking young)

There was a time in my career when I felt like I wasn’t being true to myself. I was being moulded into an artist I wasn’t, and I knew I had to do everything I wanted to do. I think that’s an issue a lot of women face, and men do have it easier in a lot of ways.

If the challenge we face doesn’t scare us, then it’s probably not that important.

I see your face in every sunset.

God, I want to see You. God, I want to hear You. God, I want to know You. God, I want to follow hard after You. And even before I know what I will face today, I say yes to You.

A frowning face can’t bring out the beauty that you are.

How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.

The calm, Cool face of the river, Asked me for a kiss.