How awful is that hour when con, science stings.

Green sods are all their monument; and yet it tells A nobler history than pillared piles, Or the eternal pyramids.

Roses bloom, and then they wither; Cheeks are bright, then fade and die; Shapes of light are wafted hither, Then, like visions, hurry by.

The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.

Thought can wing its way Swifter than lightning-flashes or the beam That hastens on the pinions of the morn.

The thundering voice that wrings, in one dark, damning moment, crimes of years!

I am one who finds within me a nobility that spurns the idle pratings of the great, and their mean boasts of what their fathers were, while they themselves are fools effeminate.

There is nothing but death Our affections can sever, And till life's latest breath Love shall bind us for ever.

In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, And they tell in a garland their loves and cares; Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers, On its leaves a mystic language bears.

The recollection of one upward hour Hath more in it to tranquilize and cheer The darkness of despondency, than years Of gayety and pleasure.

There are moments of life that we never forget, which brighten and brighten as time steals away.

Do not hate your neighbour in your heart.

We need to resist all the attacks of the enemy and not get caught in his provocations

Nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal; The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by the shrike, And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.

I'm the kind of person who can hear that stuff. If you sing along to the radio and you're not going to sing unison with the melody, but find the harmony, I find that pretty easy to do.

Comedy Central was really impressed by how quickly we got everyone to sign the releases for the CD. They've never seen anything that quick.

I wanted to be on my own and get out of the house. We were the kind of kids that - we - obeyed our parents. If they said no, you don't ask why.

Am I keeping my promises?

Truth is whatever people will believe.

If it comes down to your ethics vs. a job, choose ethics. You can always find another job.

Do we always, always to the point of misery, do a thing?