So dawn goes down today. . . Nothing gold can stay. -- Robert Frost
That indescribable expression peculiar to people who hope they have not been asleep, but know they have.
The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.
O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells.
No days such honored days as these! While yet Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide For some fair thing which should forever bide On earth, her beauteous memory to set In fitting frame that no age could forget, Her name in lovely April's name did hide, And leave it there, eternally allied To all the fairest flowers Spring did beget.
The wild mustard in Southern California is like that spoken of in the New Testament. . . . Its gold is as distinct a value to the eye as the nugget gold is in the pocket.
O month when they who love must love and wed.
Out of the performance of duties flow rights, and those that knew and performed their duties came naturally by their rights.
[M]y fervent supplications to that Almighty Being who rules over the universe; who presides in the councils of nations; and whose providential aid can supply every human defect; that his benediction may consecrate to the liberties and happiness of the People of the United States, a Government instituted by themselves for these essential purposes, and may enable every instrument employed in its administration to execute with success the functions allotted to his charge. In tendering this homage to the Great Author of every public and private good.
It’s not enough to have talent. You also have to be Hungarian.
What's dry?' 'Good question. Next question!