I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.

The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.

She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Prolonged absence makes the heart forget.

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.

The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.

I'm saddest when I sing.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.

Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills?

Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose?

The line from psychologists is, if you’ve seen it before, it hasn’t killed you yet.

People don’t need you to fix them, they are not broken, just serve them.

I really don't like the gym. I like experiences, so I take any chance I get to go on a bicycle or on a hike.

One thing that prevents a man from being a good father is he hasn't completed being a boy.

I know that if I perform at a really high level, we're going to have a better chance to win.

When it becomes clear that no one else shares your level of passion, you are where you belong.

Meditation is a silent heart, a peaceful mind which can make life more lovable, more livable.

Nothing will see us through the age we're entering but high consciousness, and that comes hard. We don't have a good, modern myth yet, and we need one.

With all the injury problems we have in men's tennis at the moment, I'm happy to still be standing.

I'm fat and proud of it. If someone asks me how my diet is going, I say 'Fine - how was your lobotomy?'