The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

O friend, for the morrow let us not worryThis moment we have now, let us not hurryWhen our time comes, we shall not tarryWith seven thousand-year-olds, our burden carry

Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Par

Now the New Year reviving old Desires, The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires.

Were it not Folly, Spider-like to spinThe Thread of present Life away to win-What? for ourselves, who know not if we shallBreathe out the very Breath we now breathe in!

Now I know what success is: living your truth, sharing it.

Everyday ... life confronts us with new problems to be solved which force us to adjust our old programs accordingly.

The delicate and infirm go for sympathy, not to the well and buoyant, but to those who have suffered like themselves.

Coldplay was unknown, and we played them over and over and over again, and they were really loyal to us. They went on M2 way after they had broken and become famous, because they remembered us.

Is my strike zone bigger than others? Yeah. It might be bigger than others, but I don't have a problem with it.

You're not lonely when you're teaching, you're not quiet, you're laughing most of the time, you're having a wonderful time interacting with young people. It's the best fun in the world.

One has to be able to twist and change and distort characters, play with them like clay, so everything fits together. Real people don't permit you to do that.

It’s funny how one summer can change everything.

Whoever truly worships the gods loves their priests.

Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.