Lived in his saddle, loved the chase, the course, And always, ere he mounted, kiss'd his horse.

Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.

Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.

...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.

Grief is itself a medicine.

How various his employments whom the world Calls idle; and who justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too!

Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

Pray daily for your family.

I smiled and ran my hand through his dark curls. “So, Death, what do we do now?

Do anything, but let it produce joy. Do anything, but let it yield ecstasy.

Nature's beauty we all admire in every shape and form, but how much more we admire her when the weather's nice and warm.

There can be no doubt but that he who has the most materials has the greatest means of invention.

I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.

In the beginning we must simplify the subject, thus unavoidably falsifying it, and later we must sophisticate away the falsely simple beginning.

Spend the next few days preparing for the year ahead: Forgive everyone, let go of everything, let God take charge. Amen.

When I was 20, I didn't give a damn about song construction. I just wanted to make as much noise and play as fast and as loud as possible.

If you don’t find a way to love a flawed person, secretly you’re teaching yourself that you are not lovable because of your flaws.