how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

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.

You possess strength for everyday life.

Not only persons lose their way, but nations lose their way as well!

To be able to play as slow as Al Jackson is almost impossible.

I'm a dyed-in-the-wool party man. I don't know just what party I am in right now, but I am for the party.

Abstract painting is abstract. It confronts you. There was a reviewer a while back who wrote that my pictures didn't have any beginning or any end. He didn't mean it as a compliment, but it was.

What's the whole point of being pretty on the outside when you're so ugly on the inside?

He is no fool who parts with that which he cannot keep, when he is sure to be recompensed with that which he cannot lose.

Cities aren't like people; they live on and on, even though their reason for being where they are has gone downriver and out to sea.

There's no escape. I'm God's only man.

Filthy talk makes us feel comfortable with filthy action. But the one who knows how to control the tongue is prepared to resist the attacks of lust