And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.

But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.

Therefore the love which us doth bind, But fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.

Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.

Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.

Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.

The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.

Art indeed is long, but life is short.

The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.

And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time.

I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.

The moment a woman was born determined so much of who she was allowed to become.

If you are uncomfortable with any law or procedure, propose a motion for its amendment. Until it is amended, going against it for whatever purpose automatically makes one a rebel

There's precious little to say between day and dark, Perhaps a few words on the implacable will Of time sailing like a magic barque Or something as fine for the amenities.

And if you can't shape your life the way you want, at least try as much as you can not to degrade it.

And I'm the biggest country fan there is, but I'm always a little cautious of a slower song or just a song with subject matter.

We often talk to ourselves in ways that we would never let a stranger or even a friend talk to us.

It's impossible to always get across what I'm trying to say, but, if I just stay honest, then I'm not going to look back on any of these interviews and wonder what I was trying to do or be.

Americans are always a little bit insecure.

I think our skin clears up and we're nicer when you are in love.

Living in memories is an empty gesture.