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.

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 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.

The basic stimulus to the intelligence is doubt, a feeling that the meaning of an experience is not self-evident.

Scriptures are meant to serve humanity, not humanity to serve scriptures.

Like the best convenience store in the world, / the mind is always open.

I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.

In dealing with a man who thinks you are a fool, it is good sometimes to remind him that you know what he knows but have chosen to appear foolish for the sake of peace.

I'm a big fan of reality shows. I thought the first one, Dukes of Hazzard, captured white people perfectly.

I went to a little liberal-arts college in Missouri called Truman State University.

I won't do something unless I can get at least two or three good laughs out of it. If I can't, it's not gonna make the team.

We had given it a name, a substance, and somehow, in doing that, we had condemned ourselves.

Read only the most optimistic comments on the world's news; those in harmony with your picture.