I cried for madder music and for stronger wine.

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, But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine.

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.

You don't need to justify your love, you don't need to explain your love, you just need to practice your love. Practice creates the master.

Success is more a function of consistent common sense than it is of genius.

Confronted with the choice, the American people would choose the policeman's truncheon over the anarchist's bomb.

We cannot afford to be so politically correct anymore.

The curse of the sun and the moon is fake. It doesn't exist.

Harry [Redknapp] is going to be literally, literally pulling his hair out.

No one wants to go out mid-sentence.

The religion of Big Data sets itself the goal of fulfilling man's unattainable desires, but for that very reason ignores her attainable needs.

Knowledge is the antidote to fear. [especially as fear often stands for false evidence appearing real!]

When the heart is open and balanced, we enter into a state of attraction to what we need, because the power of love is magnetic and harmonious.