When you are old, at evening candlelit, Beside the fire bending to your wool, Read out my verse and murmur, "Ronsard writ This praise for me when I was beautiful.

Live now, believe me, wait not till tomorrow; Gather the roses of life today.

Gather the roses of life today.

Love wants everything without condition, love has no law.

Thousands and thousands of colors paint the bosom of the earth so gaily.

My guitar, I sing of thee 'Tis with thee that I decoy And ensnare enchantingly the ladies I enjoy.

Gather, gather your youth: Just like this flower, old age Your beauty will wither.

When you are very old, and sit in the candle - light at evening spinning by the fire, you will say, as you murmur my verses, a wonder in your eyes, 'Ronsard sang of me in the days when I was fair.

Live now believe me wait not till tomorrow gather the roses of life today.

How could we have found, who we really are, without education?

Before you call yourself a Christian, Buddhist, Muslim, Hindu or any other theology, learn to be human first.

Any life will seem dramatic if you omit mention of most of it.

I am not a violent person. I am a product of the Flower Power '60s. I have actually worn bell-bottomed jeans.

Stan Hack has as many friends in baseball as Leo Durocher has enemies

What the first philosopher taught the last will have to repeat.

Money doesn't make us anyway it just unmasks us.

I would certainly like to see some young women take up psychoanalysis seriously and reconstruct it from an absolutely new viewpoint.

I wish my daughters would box. I'm so worried about the guys coming up to them. I would love them to be able to smack a guy right off a bar stool.

There's a story everywhere. Being bored to death someplace is basically a funny proposition. What you have to watch out for is you don't write a boring story about a boring place.