A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

I have clung To nothing, lov’d a nothing, nothing seen Or felt but a great dream!

If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.

Every morning most of the people wake up alive than dead, so I do have a faith there is still some goodness left in the man.

The jabroni beating, pie eating, trail-blazin', eyebrow raisin', all around, smack it down People's Champ, The Rock!

Who knows the tryst a man keeps with the wind and sky.

God! Thou art love! I build my faith on that.

The only way to win a power struggle is to give it up.

Man is a Creature of a wilful Head, And hardly driven is, but eas'ly led.

There is no hate such as that born out of love betrayed- and my brain screamed out for revenge.