The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.

The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.

She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Prolonged absence makes the heart forget.

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.

Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.

I'm saddest when I sing.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.

Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills?

Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose?

So what do we do?""We do what all families do. Grin, bear it, and pass the mashed potatoes.

And speak to people good [words]

You crave chaos. You're happiest when the world is in an uproar. You thrive on madness. Even when your magic is at its best when it's the catalyst to confusion. You still can't admit this?

The only power that has any real meaning is the power to better the world.

The suppression of civil liberties is too many less a matter for horror than the curtailment of the freedom to profit.

The most insidious of sophisms are usually repeated to justify immodesty and seem to be the same everywhere.

Being a Scientologist, when you drive past an accident... you know you have to do something about it because you know you're the only one that can really help.

I am not clear what the U.S. means when they use the term "entity." For us here in Taiwan, we believe that we are a country, a democratic country.

I wrote my songs despite the fact that I was a drunk, not because of it.

Anybody that says different is selling something.