Frankly, once I've eaten a thing, I don't expect to see it again..

When I sing, I always relive a part of my life..

Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true, Primrose, first born child of Ver, Merry Spring-time's harbinger..

On its own, having escaped my grasp, the spool I had loosed was unwinding..

Now is the month of Maying, When merry lads are playing. Fa la la... Each with his bonny lass, upon the greeny grass. Fa la la... The Spring clad all….

But I've a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall….

Will loved to gallop..

Neither fear nor resist change - cultivate it..

Africa is on the rise..

I don't keep up with the Joneses, I am the Joneses..

Start small and with your own money..

They will love me for that which destroys me..

The image is an image..

God hides things by putting them near us..

I often look for beauty in form and structure, and for ideas..

Since I went no grasse hath growne on my hele..

I loved you when love was Spring, and May, Loved you when summer deepened into June, and now when autumn yellows all the leaves..

Things [only] exist once they are represented..

You can hold onto anything to make you carry on..

Take what you got and fly with it..

I've never been competitive with anybody but myself..