To him who, in the love of Nature, holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language.


William Cullen Bryant

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Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place.
WILLIAM C. BRYANT
Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.
WILLIAM C. BRYANT
Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?
WILLIAM C. BRYANT
Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.
WILLIAM C. BRYANT
Weep not that the world changes -- did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed ...
WILLIAM C. BRYANT
The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in ...
WILLIAM C. BRYANT
Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness --a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster-chi...
WILLIAM C. BRYANT
Loveliest of lovely things are they On earth, that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little...
WILLIAM C. BRYANT
Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her...
WILLIAM C. BRYANT
Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little ...
WILLIAM C. BRYANT
Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to we...
WILLIAM C. BRYANT
The groves were God's first temples.
WILLIAM C. BRYANT
Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.
WILLIAM C. BRYANT
Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
WILLIAM C. BRYANT
I have always loved westerns... supernatural westerns in particular. One of my first professional sh...
CULLEN BUNN
On some level, every story draws something from life experiences. Most of the time, it's just a ...
CULLEN BUNN
Talk is cheap - except when Congress does it.
CULLEN HIGHTOWER
A true measure of your worth includes all the benefits others have gained from your success.
CULLEN HIGHTOWER
Saying what we think gives a wider range of conversation than saying what we know.
CULLEN HIGHTOWER
Faith is building on what you know is here, so you can reach what you know is there.
CULLEN HIGHTOWER
Those who agree with us may not be right, but we admire their astuteness.
CULLEN HIGHTOWER
Talk is cheap, except when Congress does it.
CULLEN HIGHTOWER
Laughing at our mistakes can lengthen our own life. Laughing at someone else's can shorten it.
CULLEN HIGHTOWER
Saying what we think gives us a wider conversational range than saying what we know.
CULLEN HIGHTOWER
So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds, And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds.
COUNTEE CULLEN
I'm always involved with the Aerospace Program and NASA and Goddard Space Flight Center. And if ...
PETER CULLEN
The mistakes made by Congress wouldn't be so bad if the next Congress didn't keep trying to ...
CULLEN HIGHTOWER
When I showed up at UH, my hair was past my waist. I had a goatee. I wasn't a theater geek; I wa...
BRETT CULLEN
Audience, can you think of any other ways you might feel before you get married? What. Someone in th...
BILL CULLEN
The project has gone about the way we were hoping.
BILL CULLEN
Everything is under control,
BILL CULLEN
I had a crush on my fourth-grade teacher, but nothing came of it because of the age difference. I wa...
BILL CULLEN
Commuting from New York to Hollywood to do this show gets more interesting every week. Before I used...
BILL CULLEN
If the released information is incorrect, the school district might not have immunity, and taxpayers...
BILL CULLEN
Audience, can you think of any other ways you might feel before you get married?... What?... Someone...
BILL CULLEN
In times of crisis, different people react in different ways. Some might try to escape. Others might...
CULLEN BUNN
Worry compounds the futility of being trapped on a dead-end street. Thinking opens new avenues.
CULLEN HIGHTOWER
For we must be one thing or the other, an asset or a liability, the sinew in your wing to help you s...
COUNTEE CULLEN
If you go out in the country, spend a lot of time on decaying farms, and you see a lot of crumbling ...
CULLEN BUNN
We've got probably 11 forwards who can play NRL, and we're only going to pick eight.
BRUNO CULLEN
We've never had to compete with anyone for Darren's services. He's only ever wanted to play here.
BRUNO CULLEN
We're waiting for some more medical advice but it's not looking good.
BRUNO CULLEN
We should know now, today, what we can spend.
BRUNO CULLEN
We get that after most losses.
BRUNO CULLEN
I believe there will be some surprises when the team is named tomorrow and some fellows are going to...
BRUNO CULLEN
We don't endorse outing and humiliating players who have made a mistake or who may have done somethi...
BRUNO CULLEN
It will be either myself, Wayne or both of us. We would like to talk to Scott face-to-face to see fo...
BRUNO CULLEN
If we're going to move forward the first thing we want to do is talk to Scott and his manager.
BRUNO CULLEN
We're very aware of what might happen. We know what sort of dollars they can throw and they don't ha...
BRUNO CULLEN
There's nothing that really is going to break the drought, and nothing to really make it worse.
BRIAN CULLEN
Right now, I would favor at least - hopefully - a quarter- to a half-inch. But that's pretty much up...
BRIAN CULLEN
So there is a chance that we may not see much precipitation at all.
BRIAN CULLEN
The models really have not come together on this one.
BRIAN CULLEN
We try to be the best. Leonard is doing that on his own and setting a good example for students and ...
BRIAN CULLEN
The great thing about writing 'Deadpool' is that he can demolish expectations and typical co...
CULLEN BUNN
I always liked 'Green Lantern,' but I wasn't necessarily a diehard fan. I read stories h...
CULLEN BUNN
Wisdom is what's left after we've run out of personal opinions.
CULLEN HIGHTOWER
We may not imagine how our lives could be more frustrating and complex--but Congress can.
CULLEN HIGHTOWER
There's always somebody who is paid too much, and taxed too little - and it's always somebody else.
CULLEN HIGHTOWER
People seldom become famous for what they say until after they are famous for what they've done.
CULLEN HIGHTOWER
A lot of times, it is based on a child?s personality. If they are the type of child to ask a million...
LINDA CULLEN
The most important thing is to let these women know we?re here to support them whichever decision th...
LINDA CULLEN
As people are waiting to celebrate the birth of Christ every year, many people connect with what we ...
LINDA CULLEN
The play is done, the crowds depart; and see / That twisted tortured thing hung from a tree, / Swart...
COUNTEE CULLEN
To be honest, I'm not even thinking about America. If I was to start thinking about the enormity...
TOM CULLEN
We may not imagine how our lives could be more frustrating and complex - but Congress can.
CULLEN HIGHTOWER
If I am going to be a poet at all, I am going to be POET and not NEGRO POET.
COUNTEE CULLEN
There is no secret to success except hard work and getting something indefinable which we call the "...
COUNTEE CULLEN
I've always liked telling stories. That probably came from my dad, who definitely had the gift o...
CULLEN BUNN
Sometimes we're too busy in life to learn from it
DEREK CULLEN
We just think it's another outrageous form of Canadian subsidy.
BARRY CULLEN
I always wanted to tell stories. Well, at least, I always came back to the notion of storytelling wh...
CULLEN BUNN
Once Al got that interception and that touchdown, I think everybody felt it was our time. When it ha...
CULLEN JENKINS
When performance exceeds ambition, the overlap is called success
CULLEN HIGHTOWER
Your love to me was like an unread book . . .
COUNTEE CULLEN
Sometimes we deny being worthy of praise, hoping to generate an argument we would be pleased to lose...
CULLEN HIGHTOWER