Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows.

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.

Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.

The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.

You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us.

It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.

Getting used to our blessings is one of the most important non-evil generators of human evil, tragedy and suffering.

I've always felt that if one was going to take seriously this vocation as an artist, you have to get beyond that decorative facade

If a guy was like, 'Let me serenade you,' and it was bad, and I had to lie about it - can't have it.

I'm not a saint. I'm not an angel. I'm a human being.

And once, or twice, to throw the dice is a gentlemanly game, But he does not win who plays with Sin in the secret house of shame

You don't win games as a coach during games. You win games as a coach before games. Players win during games, not coaches

As long as I keep enjoying my golf, then hopefully I'll be able to play well.

The passions we cannot control are the ones that define us.

Things are only hopeless when you lose all hope.

If met Vic Reeves, I'd have no desire other than to smack him in the face.