While we converse with her, we mark No want of day, nor think it dark.

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.

Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.

The rising sun complies with our weak sight, First gilds the clouds, then shows his globe of light At such a distance from our eyes, as though He knew what harm his hasty beams would do.

Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

To love is to believe, to hope, to know; 'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

All things but one you can restore; the heart you get returns no more.

Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.

Man will always waste time if there is no system to check and compel him to invest his time.

I heard silence, silence infinite as the bottom of the ocean, a silence that sealed.

My music is bejewelled, it's colourful, it's romantic, it shines.

Patience is moral elasticity.

Drink up, England... I WANT your liver to fail. Smoke up England, I WANT you to die.

People aren't born racist.

Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury.

As an artist, my concern is toward the synthesizing of all the visual elements at my disposal - at the exclusion of none.

Well, I'm getting happier all the time, which is very nice.

Shoot the bad guys and I'll gladly sing a tune for you.