When strawberries go begging, and the sleek Blue plums lie open to the blackbird's beak, We shall live well--we shall live very well.

In masks outrageous and austere The years go by in single file; But none has merited my fear, And none has quite escaped my smile.

I am better able to imagine hell than heaven; it is my inheritance, I suppose.

My lord, adjudge my strength, and set me where I bear a little more than I can bear.

If you would keep your soul From spotted sight or sound, Live like the velvet mole; Go burrow underground.

Peaches grow wild, and pigs can live in clover; A barrel of salted herrings lasts a year; The spring begins before the winter's over.

I shall lie folded like a saint, Lapped in a scented linen sheet, On a bedstead striped with bright-blue paint, Narrow and cold and neat.

If any have a stone to throw It is not I, ever or now.

I bear a little more than I can bear.

Down to the Puritan marrow of my bones There's something in this richness that I hate. I love the look, austere, immaculate, Of landscapes drawn in pearly monotones.

An old earthen pipe like myself is dry and thirsty and so a most voracious drinker of life at its source; I'm no more to be split by the vital stream than if I were stone or steel.

Learn about the true powers of your heart, it’s not just pulsing blood throughout your entire body, but also communicating with every cell including those of your mind.

Here's the thing about dessert--you want it to last. You want to savor it.

I don't think it's inherently wrong when bands do certain things - sometimes I'm really excited when I see a band has taken a big ad or sync.

It took me time to realize that the men who won Olympic gold medals in the decathlon are just men, just like me.

If I win, it's because of my natural ability and if I lose, it's because I wasn't trying so hard.

To tell a woman not to talk too much was like telling Jesse James not to carry a gun, or a hen not to cackle.

My house borders horse farms, and I can look out my window and see the horses and the new colts. It's really peaceful.

Walt Whitman and Emerson are the poets who have given the world more than anyone else. Perhaps Whitman is not so widely read in England, but England never appreciates a poet until he is dead.

This s - t [smoked on scenes] called Wizard Smoke. I didn't like it. [James] Franco didn't have that hard of a time with it. Franco will smoke anything.

I loved the guitar, and I had all of this music in my head. My passion for the guitar and the ideas for what I could create musically were equal. So that's where I was.