For singing till his heaven fills, 'Tis love of earth that he instills, And ever winging up and up, Our valley is his golden cup, And he the wine which over flows To lift us with him as he goes.

The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.

Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.

A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.

There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.

Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.

Caricature is rough truth.

Lowly, with a broken neck, The crocus lays her cheek to mire.

Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.

We are betrayed by what is false within

Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious.

We only see God when we see people

I was willing to accept what I couldn't change.

But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again.

I am an owner who prefers to stay behind the scenes and allow my staff to do what they do best.

Whatcha gonna do, when Hulkamania runs wild on you!

I feel like musicians have such a precarious place in the political discourse, because musicians are, sort of just by nature, people-pleasers.

Art, after all, is traditionally displayed against vacancies: paintings on dun walls, sculptures in empty spaces, music in quiet halls.

The truths I shun follow me, mumbling.

And once begun, change cannot be reversed.

I'd much rather eat pasta and drink wine than be a size 0.