O suns and skies and clouds of June, and flowers of June together. Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather.

Oh, write of me, not Died in bitter pains, but Emigrated to another star!

When you first entered the restaurant, I thought you were handsome... and then, of course, you spoke.

I usually don't read things written about me and I certainly don't read things if they are inappropriate.

All nights are sacred nights to make confession and resolve and prayer; all days are sacred days to wake new gladness in the sunny air.

The lands are lit with all the autumn blaze of golden-rod, and everywhere the purple asters nod and bend and wave and flit.

I do eat well. I try to love my body. That is what I tell my daughter. I say, 'Love every bite of food. Love your body. We're all going to be dead soon.' Actually I don't say that last thing to her.