Out of the scabbard of the night By God's hand drawn Flashes his shining sword of light And lo the dawn!

And in the evening, everywhere Along the roadside, up and down, I see the golden torches flare Like lighted street-lamps in the town.

Song like a rose should be; Each rhyme a petal sweet; For fragrance, melody, That when her lips repeat The words, her heart may know What secret makes them so. Love, only Love.

Like mimic meteors the snow, In silence out of Heaven sifts.

Always listen to your heart and listen to your gut. Neither of them will ever lie to you.

Man is fully responsible for his nature, choices and lifestyle.

She felt something missing in her soul. It wasn't until she landed in Edinburgh that she realized that missing piece was the wild, mystical land.

The first piece of music that captured my imagination was probably Ray Charles Live At Newport.

Anything that increases the voice of young women tends therefore to reduce the fertility rate.

When I open my mouth, the room rings.

If you take a salesman, who sells a useless commodity, he feels like a fraud.

I love Frank Ocean. I think he's so talented and his music is so great. So, I would love to do one of his songs like 'Bad Religion' or 'Pink Matter.'

The acquisition however perfectly of skills is not an end in itself. They are things to be put to use as a contribution to a common and shared life.

American magazines are becoming very patriotic beyond belief to the point that I can't live there any more.