Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.

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.

Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.

God is not against money, He is against the money been used outside His purpose

He who serves God with what costs him nothing will do very little service you may depend on it.

What else does anxiety about the future bring you but sorrow upon sorrow?

Usually the things that happen in my life are an easy trigger for songwriting.

Painting today is pure intuition and luck and taking advantage of what happens when you splash the stuff down.

You can't please everybody. All you can do is really just try to work from the heart and do the best job that you can and hope for the best.

The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below

If I'm in LA, I'm close to home, and that just brings up all these other things, good and bad. There is a reason why I am not there .

The resistance is not something to be avoided, it's something to seek out.