And in the depths of music, I didn’t find the answer, And again there was silence, and again the ghost of summer.

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

Song falls silent, music is dumb, But the air burns with their fragrance, And white winter, on its knees, Observes everything with reverent attention.

I marvel at everything as if it were new.

If you were music, I would listen to you ceaselessly, and my low spirits would brighten up.

I know: yes, no, even I must tear offThe delicate daisy petals.Everyone on earth is destined to feelThe torments of love.

I’m not weeping, I’m not complaining, Happiness is not for me.

But I am not allowed to forgetThe taste of the tears of yesterday.

I defendNot my voice, but my silence

And you know, I agree to everything:I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy, Darkness will be light and sin lovely.

Tomorrow the mirrors will mock me

Girls like you want to cut guy's nuts off and hang 'em from your rearview mirror.

Humiliating for my freedom ...... will not never be been something that gets used to it!

Sell not virtue to purchase wealth, nor liberty to purchase power.

There were a couple of things I needed to do while I was in New York. One was to have a pizza pie, one was to get a tattoo... and the other was to get a Yankees hat.

Music is the key to the female heart.

Comedy is not my world. It's difficult for me, but sometimes you just have to go with it and have a good time.

To me, the creative inspiration is endless and coming in all sorts of different directions at all times.

What does dating mean?

Your ability to use the principle of autosuggestion will depend, very largely, upon your capacity to concentrate upon a given desire until that desire becomes a burning obsession.

The poor are prevented from thinking by the discipline of others, the rich by their own.