All things but one you can restore; the heart you get returns no more.

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.

Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.

The rising sun complies with our weak sight, First gilds the clouds, then shows his globe of light At such a distance from our eyes, as though He knew what harm his hasty beams would do.

Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

To love is to believe, to hope, to know; 'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.

His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.

You can’t get the blood out.

The only person we have the right or the power to forgive is ourselves. For everything else there is the Art of Acceptance.

There's no guarantee that the United States will be around 200 years from now.

There are so many international musical connections here, in Amsterdam. And some of them are amazingly successful.

I do not want to be bored listening to music that is muffled and known only to the poet himself.

Calmness is a huge gift. And once you master it, you will be able to respond in a useful way to every difficult situation that decides to walk into your heart.

I was proud of the waves I had made, but wondered how many boats I was supposed to rock.

I can't do anything but play guitar.

What sweet, what happy days had I,When dreams made Time Eternity!

I really do not understand the members of my generation.