O woman-country! wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead.

My sun sets to rise again.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.

Hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, And great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this world's life.

The fruit of worldly love is indeed revenge (vengeance).

Destiny is desire meeting opportunity. You become who you are driven to be.

Freedom looks beautiful and inspiring to those who desire & seek it

There is no man in this world without some manner of tribulation or anguish though he be king or pope.

As far as rap, I was more of a Mobb Deep guy rather than a Tribe guy.

The purpose of good works isn't to change us or save us; rather, it's the demonstration of the change within us.

I wish I could be invisible and just play music and not have to worry about anyone looking at me.

We don't have time to argue. Nobody has time.

The bottom line is to be in control of your own destiny.

All the time and effort people devote to picking the right fund, the hot hand, the great manager have, in most cases, led to no advantage.