A minute of success pays for years of failure.

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.

The true nature of a democracy is its ability to say yes when even the powerful say no

Hands have not tears to flow.

We do not just fear our predators, we are transfixed by them. We are prone to weave stories and fables and chat endlessly about them.

In fact, the whole of mythology could be taken as a sort of projection of the collective unconscious

When skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still be man

I sometimes draw just for its own enjoyment.

Theatre just fills me up so much.

When you make yourself into zero, your power becomes invincible.

This is your body, your greatest gift, pregnant with wisdom you do not hear, grief you thought was forgotten, and joy you have never known.

Blues songs, like folk songs, are a continuous stream, and catching the continuities and thefts is part of what puts meaning and complexity into it - also part of the fun of it all.