Where the apple reddens never pry - lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.

My sun sets to rise again.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.

Hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, And great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this world's life.

Even death has a heart.

Gold has its uses, but war is won with iron.

Some love is so powerful after all, that it must always include sadness, because encrypted within it is the knowledge that someday it will come to an end.

If you never take a chance, you will never be defeated - but you will never accomplish anything either.

I'd like to think a baseball picture is somewhere in my future.

The best thing about the term 'performance artist' is that it includes just about everything you might want to do.

You don't know about me, without you have read a book by the name of 'The Adventures of Tom Sawyer,' but that ain't no matter. That book was made by a Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly.

I wasn't aware that the world thought I was so weird and bizarre. But when you grow up, like I did, in front of 100 million people since the age of 5, you're automatically different.

Wherever a man comes, there comes revolution. The old is for slaves.

People moved in across the street and are immediately cutting down a huge tree. Their toothbrushes will know my buttonhole.