I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine.

I understand that absinthe makes the tart grow fonder.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream.

They are not long, the weeping and the laughter. Love and desire and hate; I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:Out of a misty dreamOur path emerges for awhile, then closesWithin a dream.

I was not sorrowful, but only tiredOf everything that ever I desired.

Speech is silvern silence is golden.

There is no such thing as unfortunate genius; if a man or woman is fit for work, God appoints the field.

The truth is that we're at a critical juncture in the history of our species and if we don't act soon, we could inhabit a world we don't recognize anymore.

We enjoy change and freshness, and disco was only one area we've delved into.

Words are the only bullets in truth's bandolier. And poets are the snipers.

The mind can't take you where your heart longs to go.

I know that Marianne Williamson cannot be bought

It happened again this week. Hundreds of people had to be evacuated from O'Hare Airport in Chicago. Seems every time somebody went through with a weapon, the metal detectors accidentally went off.

There are so many third-rate people now who are more famous than people who should be famous, but sometimes people who could or should be famous are very boring, too.

I mean you're so shy & I'm lovin your tie You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye