I am too rich already, for my eyes mint

To live at all is miracle enough.

If seeing her an hour before her lastWeak cough into all blackness I could yetBe held by chalk-white walls

If seeing her an hour before her lastWeak cough into all blackness I could yetBe held by chalk-white

Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargoCongealed in the dark arteries, Old veinsThat hold Glamorgan's blood.The midnight miner in the secret seams, Limb, life, and

Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.

The emotional place where a marriage begins is not nearly as important as the emotional place where a marriage finds itself toward the end, after many years of partnership.

Classical music is the best, and cheapest, mind-altering drug in the world.

For some people a thing may be right, and for others it may be wrong. There is no greater truth to morality -it is merely an opinion.

The sun's down and the moon's pretty - it's time to ramble.

I guess all songs is folk songs. I never heard no horse sing them.

In elective politics, it's up or out. You go up the ladder, or you get out of the game.

Wine, like food, is so emotional. If you think about it, so much of the courting ritual is surrounded by wine and food. There's a built-in romance to wine.

What argufies pride and ambition? Soon or late death will take us in tow: Each bullet has got its commission, And when our time's come we must go.

But I would rather be with you, somewhere in San Francisco on a back porch in July, just looking up to Heaven, at this crescent in the sky