Music so softens and disarms the mind That not an arrow does resistance find.

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.

Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.

The rising sun complies with our weak sight, First gilds the clouds, then shows his globe of light At such a distance from our eyes, as though He knew what harm his hasty beams would do.

Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

To love is to believe, to hope, to know; 'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

All things but one you can restore; the heart you get returns no more.

Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.

Wonder is the seed of knowledge

If I could talk about it, I would not have to do it. I make art.

I would forgive my mom, but she's going to have to admit she did some things that were wrong.

nothing is ever quite as bad as it could be.

And the aura of you remains, remains, remains...

The population problem has no technical solution; it requires a fundamental extension in morality.

Scratch an artist and you surprise a child.

There is no better ballast for keeping the mind steady on its keel, and saving it from all risk of crankiness, than business.

One thing that's great about seeing your kids is you see things that you admired in your parents.

I'm a season kind of guy - not the preseason but the regular season.