The light that lies In woman's eyes.

I could never hate anyone I knew.

Of all sound of all bells... most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the Old Year.

And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.

I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.

I am in love with this green Earth.