The present is the funeral of the past, And man the living sepulchre of life.

If life had a second edition, how I would correct the proofs.

Language has not the power to speak what love indites: The soul lies buried in the ink that writes.

I found the poems in the fields And only wrote them down

Love lives with Nature, not with lust. Go find her in the flowers.

The best way to avoid a bad action is by doing a good one, for there is no difficulty in the world like that of trying to do nothing.

I ne'er was struck before that hour with love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower and stole my heart away complete

For Nature is love, and finds haunts for true love, Where nothing can hear or intrude; It hides from the eagle and joins with the dove, In beautiful green solitude.

Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air; Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.

I long for scenes where man has never trod;... There to abide with my Creator, God.

I never saw so sweet a face. As that I stood before. My heart has left it dwelling place ... and can return no more.

I want you to tell me that you feel the same way for me. And I’d like you to tell me those feelings are worth it. I’d like you to say I’m worth it.

No tiredness can destroy hope like death can, as the absolute fatigue of life.

It's a big flash of all these things and whatever you take out of that statement's one statement, one mind, one statement, one act, one show, and all the songs are one.

[Music is] so inspirational in terms of making me want to become better.

The subject of drama is The Lie. At the end of the drama THE TRUTH -- which has been overlooked, disregarded, scorned, and denied -- prevails. And that is how we know the Drama is done.

I been seeing newspapers every Sunday morning, white dudes be in there in their drawers, never having no bulge in they drawers. Smiling at you. If I ain't have no bulge, I wouldn't be smiling!

I'm not a social friend of the Reagans. That's by their choice and by mine. They don't drink enough.

There are no women who do not like perfume, there are women who have not found their scent.

Close your eyes and place your finger on a map. Wherever it lands, that's the theme of the evening. So many times we settle for routine dishes. This forces you to try new cuisines.

It is the mysterious touch of the ideal that animates and sustains the real, and through it alone we can discover and affirm the ideal.