Fair as the moon and joyful as the light; Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright; Not as she is, but as she fills his dreams.

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.

Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.

Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.

Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.

We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?

My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit.

Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.

What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.

Silence is more musical than any song.

Sometimes the hardest power to master is the power of yielding. -Hestia

Ottawa is a city where nobody lives though some of us may die there.

Basically, I still have the privacy that all celebrities crave, except for those celebrities who feel that privacy reflects some kind of failure on their part.

People can be taught to hate. And people can be taught to spell. But apparently, it's one or the other.

Though God take the sunne out of the Heaven, yet we must have patience.

I glance at the headlines just to kind of get a flavor for what's moving. I rarely read the stories, and get briefed by people who are probably read the news themselves.

I've told you before and I'll tell you again. The strong survive and the weak disappear. We do not intend to disappear.

Who wanna be next? While you a dead superstar, the record company still cashin' checks.

Rich kids who write songs about food stamps always piss me off. I'm not going to write any songs about that, either.

When I was a kid, nobody told me I was good-looking. I wish they had. I would've had a better time.