Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.

The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.

If there is one thing in life that I have learned about life it is... it goes on.

Most of the change we think we see in life is due to truths being in and out of favor.

If you don't know how great this country is, I know someone who does; Russia.

Freedom lies in being bold.

If one by one we counted people out