I burned my candle at both ends, And now have neither foes nor friends.

When you're away, I'm restless, lonely, wretched, bored, dejected; only here's the rub, my darling dear, I feel the same when you're near.

Babies haven't any hair; Old men's heads are just as bare; between the cradle and the grave lie a haircut and a shave.

My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.

What a lucky thing the wheel was invented before the automobile; otherwise can you imagine the awful screeching?

THE HEART'S DEAD ARE NEVER BURIED.

The dead they sleep a long, long sleep; The dead they rest, and their rest is deep; The dead have peace, but the living weep.

If I do not believe as you believe, it proves that you do not believe as I believe, and that is all that it proves.

But me and my sister knew all the Doris Day and Frank Sinatra songs, too.

Eschew the ordinary, disdain the commonplace

All my teenage years my punk was hip-hop - I just hated pop music.

I sped through heaven and saw god at work. I suffered holy pains. I dropped all my defenses and was afraid of nothing in the world. I accepted all things and to all things I gave up my heart.

I don't like vampires personally. I don't know any.

O Priest! Take care lest what was said to Christ on the cross be said to you: He saved others, himself he cannot save!

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist while still achieving milestones and outcomes as required by certain funders and policy-makers.

What is the difference between grief and mourning? Mourning has company.

It should feel genuinely good to earn income from your blog - you should be driven by a healthy ambition to succeed. If your blog provides genuine value, you fully deserve to earn income from it.