May your union be filled with loveAnnealed by passion Built on a strong foundation And tempered by time

As I think therefore I amAm I more if I think more?

Coming down life's highwayAt ninety mile an hour I want to slideWith bad brakes and bald tiresInto my final parking space

Do your thoughts continue and repeat a cycle Seed, growth, bloom, and seed again

Life doesn't revolve around youIt revolves around those you love

Thankful another tomorrow greetsAs I drink from cup of time And prepare to lock the door behind meand leave it to others

When you build a house You nail down memories Paint and stain the fabric of time

There is nothing to fearFrom your reflection

Life is the night skyAll the dots of stars are happiness

Each day is always breaking out anew Aspirations swirling round what you do

We learn and grow Always building on what we know

I just want that, the way I feel when you kiss me. Just having it makes all the bad things better.

You can't find your voice if you don't use it.

Social Science … led us to the fallacy that, since all men have their being in culture and as a result of culture, they owe a debt to that culture which even a lifetime of altruism could not repay.

I don't see the junk youth. I only meet students, and even those who are not formally at the university, if they come to listen to me, they come to read me, it means they are not junk students.

I still have a vivid memory of my excitement when I first saw a chart of the periodic table of elements.

Ever since I was a little kid, I was competitive.

In Hollywood, women hate each other.

Hold on to your own ideal. . . . Above all, never attempt to guide or rule others, or, as the Yankees say, "boss" others. Be the servant of all.

The bungle tour is a bit up in the air due to the fact this at we are getting screwed by our overseas label.

Material wealth is either a window through which we see God or a mirror in which we see ourselves.