Half of the acting I do is actually done by the hair.
Stars will blossom in the darkness, Violets bloom beneath the snow.
Buttercups, bright eyed and bold, hold their chalices of gold to catch the sunshine and the dew.
And the stately lilies stand Fair in the silvery light, Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer; Their pure breath sanctifies the air, As its fragrance fills the night.
No mother who stands upon low ground herself can hope to place her children upon a loftier plane. They may reach it, but it will not be through her.
Around in silent grandeur stood The stately children of the wood; Maple and elm and towering pine Mantled in folds of dark woodbine.
Yet, O thou beautiful rose! Queen rose so fair and sweet. What were lover or crown to thee, without the clay at thy feet?
It's not enough to be nice in life. You've got to have nerve.
Feminism, when it truly achieves its goals, will crack through the most basic structures of our society.
I'm not a guy who is going to make a lot of noise. I hope to lead by example.
A journey, after all, neither begins in the instant we set out, nor ends when we have reached our door step once again. It starts much earlier and is really never over, because the film of memory continues running on inside of us long after we have come to a physical standstill. Indeed, there exists something like a contagion of travel, and the disease is essentially incurable.