And may you happy live, And long us bless.

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.

Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.

Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.

Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.

We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?

My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit.

Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.

What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.

Silence is more musical than any song.

Don’t grow old to give up and don’t give up growing up

There are no friends at cards or world politics.

Keep being aggressive, that's what my teammates and my coaches ask me to do. If I see things are going well, I know there's more of a comfort level for me to continue to do that.

So many people know me. I wish I did. I wish someone would tell me about me.

Neurotic means he is not as sensible as I am, and psychotic means he's even worse than my brother-in-law.

Being a celebrity made me so uncomfortable that I would have preferred standing behind the amplifiers.

Don't run from lessons; they are little packages of treasure that have been given to us. As we learn from them, our lives change for the better.

No painting can exist without the tension of what it figures and what it concretely consists of. The pleasure of what it could mean and the pain of what it's not.

I have six sisters, so I assumed I'd have a girl. Learning I was having a boy was really weird.

In mourning it is the world which has become poor and empty; in melancholia it is the ego itself.