My songs, they say, are poisoned. How else, love, could it be? Thou hast, with deadly magic, Poured poison into me.

Great genius takes shape by contact with another great genius, but less by assimilation than by friction.

Oh what lies there are in kisses! And their guile so well prepared! Sweet the snaring is; but this is Sweeter still, to be ensnared.

If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world.

Karafy gaer wennglaer o du gwennylan; myn yd gar gwyldec gweled gwylan yd garwny uyned, kenym cared yn rwy. Ry eitun ouwy y ar veingann y edrtch uy chwaer chwe…

In terms of love, you're not in control and I hate that feeling. I seem to write a lot of sad songs because I'm a

I'm possessed by love--but isn't everybody? Most of my songs are love ballads and things to do with sadness and