O Time and change! - with hair as gray as was my sire's that winter day, how strange it seems, with so much gone of life and love, to still live on!

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas!

Through this broad street, restless ever, ebbs and flows a human tide, wave on wave a living river; wealth and fashion side by side; Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide.

Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying.

Along the river's summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And trembles on its arid stalk the hoar plum of the golden-rod.

Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play!

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God, who loveth all his works, Has left his Hope with all.

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

Green calm below, blue quietness above.

We have to laugh. Because laughter, we already know, is the first evidence of freedom.

A wise man never refuses anything to necessity.

And as he spoke of understanding, I looked up and saw the rainbow leap with flames of many colors over me.

This is Zen, and in Zen, as we all know ... anything goes!

One thing I've tried to do in writing music is take on very basic things, very archetypal things.

The world of A.D. 2014 will have few routine jobs that cannot be done better by some machine than by any human being. Mankind will therefore have become largely a race of machine tenders.

I just haven't found anyone that I want to spend long periods of time with.

Life is not a struggle, not a tension. Life has not to be suffering. Life is bliss

The left can't win elections without lying and without camouflage and without masks hiding who they really are. So to get their way, they have to bully.

Italian politicians are stupid and expensive, that's why they should be fired, abolished, or better eliminated.