Even so We find the sea of sorrow. Black as night The sullen surface meets our frightened gaze, As down we sink to darkness and despair.

Then I turned to him commanding That he go the way he came, whence he came. But he answered me in sorrow, "May the Past not seek to borrow From the Present without blame - Just one memory from its store, Ere it goes to come no more, Back the pathway that it came, whence it came?"

For an actress to be a success, she must have the face of Venus, the brains of a Minerva, the grace of Terpsichore, the memory of a Macaulay, the figure of Juno, and the hide of a rhinoceros.

God sent us here to make mistakes

No question is ever settled until it is settled right.

Let there be many windows to your soul, that all the glory of the world may beautify it.

Do you wish the world were happy? Then remember day by day, just to scatter seeds of kindness as you pass along the way. . . .