The breath of springtime at this twilight hour Comes through the gathering glooms, And bears the stolen sweets of many a flower Into my silent rooms.
What fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide.
The Eyes are the window to your soul
What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
There are three people in yourself - who people think you are, who you think you are, and who you really are.
New friends may be poems but old friends are alphabets. Don't forget the alphabets because you will need them to read the poems.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
It has been a mistake living my life in the past. One cannot ride a horse backwards and still hold its reins.
The 'Night Train' has already been a crazy ride for me. We flew around making TV appearances and stadium announcements all over the country, fueled by little more than coffee and adrenaline. . . so many fans jumped on board with us, and I couldn't be more thankful.
[T]he cold warms me—after a different fashion from that of the kitchen stove.
I don't believe there should be any restrictions when it comes to firearms. None.