When daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.

One's eyes are what one is, one's mouth is what one becomes.

Man is primarily governed by passion and instinct.

No two people on earth are alike, and it's got to be that way in music or it isn't music.

Love is blind, friendship closes its eyes.

The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.

Knowledge is of no value unless you put it into practice.

Anger is never without a reason, but seldom with a good one

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

It takes a certain level of aspiration before one can take advantage of opportunities that are clearly offered.