The common problem, yours, mine, everyone's Is ? not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be ? but, finding first What may be, then find how to make it fair Up to our means.

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.

The Greek word for "return" is nostos. Algos means "suffering." So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.

I stop fighting my inner demons. We're on the same side now. T-shirt

[E]ach of our voices has something unique to say. Not only should I not mold my life to the demands of external conformity

If you demand perfection or nothing, you will always end up with nothing.

There is no cure for birth or death save to enjoy the interval.

Fundamentally, I have no idea how the world works, though I am trying to figure it out.

It's just mind-blowingly awesome. I apologize, and I wish I was more articulate, but it's hard to be articulate when your mind's blown-but in a very good way.

My God! This is a revolution! We have to offend someone!

In 2056, I think you'll be able to buy T-shirts on which are printed equations describing the unified laws of our universe.

I'm open to any kind of situation in a song as long as it touches my heart.