Life lives only in success.

And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy's bonfire spread.

Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.

I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.

From the desert I come to thee, On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire.

But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!

By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.

With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!

The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.

The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.

The loving are the daring.

The ordinary public is a puppet of worthless news and media.

And I remember wondering why it was that eating something good could make me feel so terrible, while vomiting something terrible could make me feel so good.

God will meet us and help us.

I don't think many people have a very good understanding of leisure and the importance it plays in our lives.

I played lots of fantasy games. I would create these worlds, and I would believe in them.

I absolutely refuse to bare midriff.

I don't see as many movies as I used to. Or, I should say, as many movies as I would like to.

Many of us struggle with ideas that come to our head from our self-identification.

Some people are denizens of the studio. I'm more of a denizen of the live appearance. I love the live thing.

I was about twenty and the Beatles were meditating and I heard about it and they had a center in New York and I came to the center and I learned about it.