June suns, you cannot store themTo warm the winter's cold, The lad that hopes for heavenShall fill his mouth with mould.

Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.

All knots that lovers tieAre tied to sever.Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.

Do you write novels?" I said."Novels, Lord no, " she said. "I can't even stay married.

Genius is in you, but like a seed, you determine whether it dies or grows.

I decided to start anew, to strip away what I had been taught.

He who hates himself is not humble.

Dance is the movement of the universe concentrated in an individual.

If I'm on the court, I have to do what I do best and that's try to go hard to the basket.

If you start planning too far ahead, the next thing you know you forget you're living today

I'm interested in being part of a majority in the Senate.

The computer is a mind machine. It doesn't have its own psychology, but in a way it presents itself as though it does.

Love truth, and pardon error.