Bare twigs in April enhance our pleasure; We know the good time is yet to come.... Bare twigs in Autumn are signs for sadness; We feel the good time is well-nigh past.

Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For mother's kiss - sweeter this Than any other thing!

Autumn's the mellow time.

Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly every day.

Four ducks on a pond, / A grass-bank beyond, / A blue sky of spring, / White clouds on the wing: / What a little thing / To remember for years - / To remember with tears!.

If any foes of mine are there, I pardon every one: I hope that man and womankind will do the same by me.

Pluck not the wayside flower; It is the traveler's dower.

She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.

A man who keeps a diary pays, Due toll to many tedious days; But life becomes eventful—then, His busy hand forgets the pen. Most books, indeed, are records less Of fulness than of emptiness.

Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!

I realized if I didn’t just go, I’d never go. Going was the key. It didn’t matter where I was headed just as long as I was headed somewhere. ~ Ben Davis

Service is a selfless deed.

I have an equal amount of patience as my grade-school children, which is not great.

Going back to the paradigm we live in, the only way to do music is if I can sustain living off of it. If I can't live off of it, I'm not going to be able to make as much music.

I never fit in with my peer group. I never hung out with kids my age - I always wanted to hang out with my mom and her girlfriends.

I can't even go to the dry cleaner by myself anymore. You're seen in public with anybody that you might not even know, and you're speculated about.

One person with a belief is equal to ninety-nine who have only interests.

All I ever wanted, all I ever needed was a father.

Marxists get up early to further their cause. We must get up even earlier to defend our freedom.

Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands, But more when envy breeds unkind division: There comes the ruin, there begins confusion.