Sing, riding 's a joy! For me I ride.

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.

I'll give you something to remember ME by... The back of my head!

We are increasingly offered a diet [by Hollywood] in which sensation, not story, is king.

Mistakes are a drag, because you get in the area of regret and self-pity.

Every generation needs regeneration

True, you don't have to be religious to be crazy, but it helps.

There's nothing like doing something wrong to learn how it might be done better.

If cooperation among governments were the superior concept for progress in Europe, I'd be onboard immediately. But the problem is that cooperation isn't working.

Are you the new person drawn toward me?

It's a natural tendency of mine to not even listen to lyrics.