Love has earth to which she clings.

There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.

The father is always a Republican toward his son, and his mother's always a Democrat.

Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.

The best way for a person to have happy thoughts is to count his blessings and not his cash. Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.

Far in the pillared dark Thrush music went- Almost like a call to come in To the dark and lament. But no, I was out for stars: I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.

The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race