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Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson,
Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green.
Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing
With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen.


William Cullen Bryant

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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