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 understand that absinthe makes the tart grow fonder.

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 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.

Yeah, I was thinking about taking one of those showers where you huddle in the corner fully clothed and cry, " Archer offered.

Night simply drapes itself over the dayAs if someone had lowered a curtain.The sky glitters and moves, Filled with shooting stars and fireflies.

Cat rescue is like a virus, " says Des placidely about the cat obsession that has taken over his life. "And once you're infected, it's incurable.

Once the amateur's naive approach and humble willingness to learn fades away, the creative spirit of good photography dies with it. Every professional should remain always in his heart an amateur.

Why then, if these new books for children must be retained, as they will be, should not the Bible regain the place it once held as a school book ?

Hockey is the only thing that I'm not good at that I love.

What can I say without touching the earth with my hands?

Most writers on the subject seem to agree that the typical working mathematician is a Platonist on weekdays and a formalist on Sundays.

Do we need distance to get close?

You honor me greatly and beyond my ability as an individual but in so doing you honor my colleagues also who made possible the results you have cited.