And may we find when ended is the page, Death but a tavern on our pilgrimage.

I have seen the Lady April bringing the daffodils, Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.

Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.

I hold that when a person dies / His soul returns again to earth; / Arrayed in some new flesh disguise / Another mother gives him birth / With sturdier limbs and brighter brain.

O lovely lily clean, O lily springing green, O lily bursting white, Dear lily of delight, Spring in my heart agen That I may flower to men.

I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.

Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down.

The three foundations of judgement: Bold Design, Constant Practice, and Frequent Mistakes.

Success is the brand on the brow of the man who aimed too low.

What am I, Life? A thing of watery salt Held in cohesion by unresting cells, Which work they know not why, which never halt, Myself unwitting where their Master dwells?

To most of us the future seems unsure. But then it always has been; and we who have seen great changes must have great hopes.

I want to be the reason you look at your phone when you wake up in the morning and smile

Harm is the norm. Doom should not jam.

The universe loves irony even more than it loves futility.

Dreams say what they mean, but they don't say it in daytime language.

The Artist should not forget his mission, perhaps the most religious of all, of sustaining faith in the worthwhileness of art and thus of life.

If you push yourself to stay hungry, you're always working towards at least taking steps forward. If you're taking steps forward, then you're making progress.

If people do not know where they have been and what they have been they don't know what they are. They don't know where they going to have to go or where they still have to be.

One ought to be mixed up with the world and to be able to wash one's hands of it - to be part of the world and also outside it. One [needs] to be both involved and detached at the same time.

The press is owned by wealthy men who only want certain things to reach the public.

It was so cute and she was so shy. Someone told me that Randy Orton went up and hugged her and she wouldn't let go. It was kind of cute.