Some people are so afraid do die that they never begin to live.

Who can explain the secret pathos of Nature's loveliness? It is a touch of melancholy inherited from our mother Eve. It is an unconscious memory of the lost Paradise. It is the sense that even if we should find another Eden, we would not be fit to enjoy it perfectly nor stay in it forever.

Oh, it's home again and home again, America for me! I want a ship that's westward bound to plough the rolling sea To the blessed land of Room Enough beyond the ocean bars, Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.

If only the best birds sang, the forest would be silent.

Some people are so afraid do die that they never begin to live.

There is a better thing than the observance of Christmas day, and that is, keeping Christmas.

It is better to desire the things we have than to have the things we desire.