Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

My sun sets to rise again.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.

Hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, And great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this world's life.

How strange now, looks the life he makes us lead; So free we seem, so fettered fast we are!

If you have to cut corners to get it, without allowing yourself go through the process, you will not be able to keep it.

One falls in and out of love, but when one loves that is an entirely different matter, for that lasts through life and beyond, and is a rare thing.

Even at the end of a presidential election campaign, we have no way to know what Mitt Romney really believes.

I don't want reporters to talk to me because I'm a revolutionary and if it got out that I'm basically friendly with Obama it would hurt Obama.

A good director's not sure when he gets on the set what he's going to do.

We'll keep writing and if it hits our standards we'll go with it. We're not here to destroy anything. It's as precious to us as it is for someone who's followed us for years.

The hot hall full of painted girls and American soldiers is a saloon in some Western film. This noise drenches us, wakens us to do something else. It shows us a lost path.

I just thought, there are very few stories involving me, Anna Nicole Smith, and Jesus.

I do use art as a site of protest, particularly in relation to dominant narratives.

All official and liberal science defends wage-slavery, whereas Marxism has declared relentless war on that slavery.