Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

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.

We spend our lives waiting for our book and it never comes.

Mantras are the past & the future.

When something is new to us, we treat it as an experience. We feel that our senses are awake and clear. We are alive.

The U.S. has subsidized the armies of other countries while allowing for the very sad depletion of our military.

I do not believe that a child can be reformed by lock and key and bars, or that fear can ever develop a child's character.

I'm always very happy to talk to people. I relate to people, and the guy on stage is very much the guy that's off stage. People know when it's fake.

Jazz is the result of the energy stored up in America.

There are so many places we have not yet seen. So many people still to meet.

I even have a Harmony Rocket and a Stratocaster with a scalloped neck back in Florida.

I'm always pleased with my work. Absolutely.