They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream.

I understand that absinthe makes the tart grow fonder.

They are not long, the weeping and the laughter. Love and desire and hate; I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:Out of a misty dreamOur path emerges for awhile, then closesWithin a dream.

I was not sorrowful, but only tiredOf everything that ever I desired.

We choose and make our heroes from what we have read, heard and believed in.

Parents are like shuttles on a loom. They join the threads of the past with threads of the future and leave their own bright patterns as they go.

Growing up, my family was an enemy of the state. I have experienced more disappointment than joy, much more sad stories or desperate conditions.

Any capitalism is superior to feudalism.

Vaccinated Time Travel: To fantasize about traveling backward in time, but only with proper vaccinations.

...all cynicism masks a failure to cope.

Meditation is very important to me. I feel off-balance when I skip a day.

Those who hope to nurture genuine religiosity should first establish liberty.

[Industrial design in 50 years] will be less about looks and more about personality of artifacts.

I'm constantly having to be vigilant with a depressive tendency, an addictive tendency.