Peaches grow wild, and pigs can live in clover; A barrel of salted herrings lasts a year; The spring begins before the winter's over.

In masks outrageous and austere The years go by in single file; But none has merited my fear, And none has quite escaped my smile.

When strawberries go begging, and the sleek Blue plums lie open to the blackbird's beak, We shall live well--we shall live very well.

I am better able to imagine hell than heaven; it is my inheritance, I suppose.

My lord, adjudge my strength, and set me where I bear a little more than I can bear.

If you would keep your soul From spotted sight or sound, Live like the velvet mole; Go burrow underground.

I shall lie folded like a saint, Lapped in a scented linen sheet, On a bedstead striped with bright-blue paint, Narrow and cold and neat.

If any have a stone to throw It is not I, ever or now.

I bear a little more than I can bear.

Down to the Puritan marrow of my bones There's something in this richness that I hate. I love the look, austere, immaculate, Of landscapes drawn in pearly monotones.

An old earthen pipe like myself is dry and thirsty and so a most voracious drinker of life at its source; I'm no more to be split by the vital stream than if I were stone or steel.

He kissed and held her like it was the last time, but then again, he always did that, because there had always been that possibility of him losing her.

I would suggest that teachers show their students concrete examples of the negative effects of the actions that gangsta rappers glorify.

Find a group of people who challenge and inspire you, spend a lot of time with them, and it will change your life.

I like things pretty close around me. I like to know that my house is safe, that the people and animals I love are well and happy. I like to feel as peaceful as possible.

If all mankind were suddenly to practice honesty, many thousands of people would be sure to starve.

Decriminalization would take the profit out of drugs and greatly reduce, if not eliminate, the drug-related violence that is currently plaguing our streets.

The concept is basically; that the pieces we know and love are made up of scales, arpeggios, and the like.

People have to eat and it's good to have a last-resort dole they can turn to.

I may be accused or rashness, but not sluggishness.

The general rule is that my life is focused on the present, and very little on the past. If anything, I'm a little bit more focused toward the future.