Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands, And many friends I've met; Not one fair scene or kindly smile Can this fond heart forget.

The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.

She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Prolonged absence makes the heart forget.

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.

Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.

The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.

I'm saddest when I sing.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.

Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills?

The Gnanis [The enlightened ones] have said that if one lives as if he is dead, death will never come to him.

The greatest gift you can give an author is turning the page.

Teen drug use went up dramatically in the 1990s.

elliptical, adj. The kiss I like the most is one of the slow ones. It’s as much breath as touch, as much no as yes. You lean in from the side, and I have to turn a little to make it happen.

Well, I did say we'll put it out and we'll put it out when we can. But I don't know what we can put out or when we can put it out.

The only way to find out anything about what kinds of lives people led in any given period is to tunnel into their records and to let them speak for themselves

The only reason for mastering technique is to make sure the body does not prevent the soul from expressing itself.

The art of marketing is the art of brand building. If you arenot a brand, you are a commodity. Then price is everything and the low-cost producer is the only winner.

Move forward with purpose

It is said to be the manner of hypochondriacs to change often their physician.