I don't edit information, I follow it.
Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue
The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow, proves the substance true.
A rich and varied menu is for people who have no work to do.
Nearly all legislation is the result of compromise.
[M]editation is not just being silent—that is only one part of it. . . . [I]t has to be creative. And when a poetry comes out of your inner silences, or a painting, it has a flavor which is not of this world.
Songwriters might write cynical, world-wise lyrics and constantly talk about money, but most of us are downright naive when it comes to business.