Flowers are heaven's masterpiece.

I find her anecdotes more efficacious than sheep-counting, rain on a tin roof, or alanol tablets.... you will find me and Morpheus, off in a corner, necking.

People ought to be one of two things, young or dead.

Creativity is a wild mind and a disciplined eye.

Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, a medley of extemporanea, And love is a thing that can never go wrong, and I am Marie of Romania.

Where unwilling dies the rose; buds the new another year.