Strew your gladness on earth's bed, So be merry, so be dead.
Who longest wait of all surely wins.
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.
Often people fail to start or complete a task because they don't see any connection between what they're doing and what they really want to accomplish in life.
My real name is Nils and Booboo is a childhood nickname. It's not two words or two capital B's, it's B-o-o-b-o-o.
I think you can write very good comedy without a partner, but what I love about it, working with a partner, is that you get to places you'd never get on your own. It's like when God was designing the world and decided we couldn't have children without a partner; it was a way of mixing up the genes so you'd get a more interesting product.
No matter what the price offered, no Downworlder would fail to listen to a warning against one of the nephilim.