Tears fall in my heart As tears fall on the town.

I am the Empire at the end of the decadence.

Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, and here is my heart which beats only for you.

The poet is a madman lost in adventure.

Music before all else, and for that choose the irregular, which is vaguer and melts better into the air.

La musique avant toute chose.

A poem is really a kind of machine for producing the poetic state by means of words.

Take eloquence and wring its neck.

Prends l'e loquence et tords-lui son cou! Take eloquence and break its neck!

A vast black sleep falls over my life sleep, all hope sleep, all desire.

I like this word decadent; all shimmering and purple and gold.

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.

Next time!" In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?

The time is not there for us to act any more, the time we waited for is here right now for us to act brightly and create a bright future, for the future coming generations.

Countries around the world are celebrating new oil and natural gas discoveries that hold the promise of greater prosperity for their citizens.

Abroad, our most important policy is to support our troops and continue forward-thinking foreign policy in the war on terror - keeping our enemies on the run and hitting them before they hit us.

love is a mental illness, an obsessive-compulsive disorder romanticized!

In politics, love is a stranger, and when it intrudes upon it nothing is being achieved except hypocrisy.

Recovery can only take place within the context of relationships; it cannot occur in isolation.

I try to be consistent, so I practice yoga and Pilates to help keep my body and mind balanced.

There are no mistakes or accidents. The present is malleable. Influence the odds. Free will is your pen, write your life.