With women, the heart argues, not the mind.
There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou - Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
If rain drops were kisses, I'd send you showers. If hugs were seas, I'd send you oceans. And if love was a person I'd send you me! Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
It's been an objective of mine since I started writing songs to include both intellect and energy.
I'd like to be able to travel anywhere in an instant
Wise people know that all their money belongs to God.
We do not describe the world we see, we see the world we can describe.