Live now believe me wait not till tomorrow gather the roses of life today.

Live now, believe me, wait not till tomorrow; Gather the roses of life today.

Gather the roses of life today.

Love wants everything without condition, love has no law.

Thousands and thousands of colors paint the bosom of the earth so gaily.

My guitar, I sing of thee 'Tis with thee that I decoy And ensnare enchantingly the ladies I enjoy.

Gather, gather your youth: Just like this flower, old age Your beauty will wither.

When you are old, at evening candlelit, Beside the fire bending to your wool, Read out my verse and murmur, "Ronsard writ This praise for me when I was beautiful.

When you are very old, and sit in the candle - light at evening spinning by the fire, you will say, as you murmur my verses, a wonder in your eyes, 'Ronsard sang of me in the days when I was fair.

It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called Life.

Nike is the uniform for kids all over the world, and African design has been killed by Nike. Africans no longer want to wear their own designs.

The style of an author should be the image of his mind, but the choice and command of language is the fruit of exercise.

Pine needle sorbet? Pine needle sorbet?! My kids do NOT eat sorbet. They eat sherbet, and they pronounce it sherbert, and they wish it was ice cream!

Could the purr be anything but contemplative?

Bloomberg's $50 million is not going to revolutionize the electric power industry. But his willingness to fight is already inspiring others to see Big Coal differently.

To be an artist includes much; one must possess many gifts - absolute gifts - which have not been acquired by one's own effort. And, moreover, to succeed, the artist much possess the courageous soul.

It is really really important that you deal with Trump either by letter or by personal contact. Trying to deal with him on telephones or through the media is not a good idea.

Every man has a different idea of what's beautiful, and it's best to take the gesture, the shadow of the branch, and let the mind create the tree.

As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown.