Tempt not the stars, young man, thou canst not play With the severity of fate.

Fly hence, shadows, that do keep, Watchful sorrows, charmed in sleep.

I am, gay creature, With pardon of your deities, a mushroom On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then.

Love is the tyrant of the heart; it darkens Reason, confounds discretion; deaf to Counsel It runs a headlong course to desperate madness.

John F. Kennedy's death was as personal a body blow to most of the nation's young people. Why? It seems to me that the answer is simple: He was the symbol of t…

Saw it written and i saw it say Pink moon is on its way And none of you stand so tall Pink moon's gonna get ye all.

Kids...you're lookin at a dead man. I should not be in front of you today. Drugs and alcohol have ruined my life.'...'Me and my friends would go home every day…