Loving and perishing: it's been a rhyme all these eternities. The will to love: that is, also being willing to die.
I cannot rhyme or play guitar, piano and am not very much interested in doing any of these.
History doesn't repeat itself; it rhymes.
History never repeats itself; at best it sometimes rhymes.
History may not repeat, but it often rhymes.
Tell the truth and make it rhyme
I wish to write such rhymes as shall not suggest a restraint, but contrariwise the wildest freedom.
There's no rhyme or reason to anything that I do. It's whatever seems right at the time.