She came in through the bathroom window, — The Beatles

"Asked a girl what she wanted to be, She said, baby cant you see? I wanna be famous, a star of the screen, But you can do something in between. Baby, you can drive my car, yes Im gonna be a star, Baby, you can drive my car, and maybe Ill love you."

"Say the word and youll be free. Say the word and be like me. Say the word Im thinking of. Have you heard the word is love? Its so fine, its sunshine. Its the word, love."

"I once had a girl, Or should I say She once had me. She showed me her room, Isnt it good? Norwegian wood."

"Oh yeah, I´ll tell you something I think you´ll understand When I say that something I wanna hold your hand."

"Babys good to me, you know, Shes happy as can be, you know, She said so. Im in love with her and I feel fine.Im so glad that shes my little girl. Shes so glad shes telling all the world."

"Why she had to go I dont know, She wouldnt say. I said something wrong, Now I long For yesterday."

"Now Art, used collectively for painting, sculpture, architecture and music, is the mediatress between, and reconciler of, nature and man. It is, therefore, the power of humanizing nature, of infusing the thoughts and passions of man into everything which is the object of his contemplation."

"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"

"All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing."

"Solemnly seemest like a vapoury cloud To rise before me — Rise, oh, ever rise; Rise like a cloud of incense from the earth! Thou kingly spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread ambassador from earth to heaven, Great hierarch! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God."

"Taste is the intermediate faculty which connects the active with the passive powers of our nature, the intellect with the senses; and its appointed function is to elevate the images of the latter, while it realizes the ideas of the former."

"The Good consists in the congruity of a thing with the laws of the reason and the nature of the will, and in its fitness to determine the latter to actualize the former: and it is always discursive. The Beautiful arises from the perceived harmony of an object, whether sight or sound, with the inborn and constitutive rules of the judgment and imagination: and it is always intuitive."