“The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be”

For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.

Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us

Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies

I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.

Dreams grow holy put in action.

Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife

Do not strive to grasp them all.

On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.

Did we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was.

Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’

Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.

One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.

Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.

Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.

No star is lost once we have seen

One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going

For me, there was never an end game for becoming a director.

Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.

I hastened to quit a place where I hoped there was nothing further to detain me.

Nutrition . . . has been kicked around like a puppy that cannot take care of itself.

I feel like they’re talking about someone else we both know.

If every man were placed in the office for which he was fitted by nature and a proper education, which first suggested to me the plan of Illumination.

Also, I’d like to play an athlete again, while I’m still physically fit, or a musician, like Nat King Cole

To our own sorrows serious heed we give, But for another?s we soon cease to grieve.