Blind folk see the fairies. Oh, better far than we, Who miss the shining of their wings Because our eyes are filled with things We do not wish to see.

And though you should live in a palace of gold, or sleep in a dried up ditch, You could never be as poor as the fairies are, and never as rich.

Have you watched the fairies when the rain is done, Spreading out their little wings to dry them in the sun?

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden.

I think mice Are rather nice. Their tails are long, Their faces small, They haven't any Chins at all.

Deaf folk hear the fairies However soft their song; 'Tis we who lose the honey sound Amid the clamor all around That beats the whole day long.

Withdraw from talking about leaving someone behind. Just rekindle the friendship and love while you still have that moment together.

That's a very odd notion because it involves seeing money up there on the screen - if something cost $5 million to make, they want to see that $5 million up there.

All men alike stand condemned, not by alien codes of ethics, but by their own, and all men therefore are conscious of guilt.

It is harder to develop your occult or psychic body when you are dead because all planes meet in the physical.

Every time someone puts an objection to me, I want to say: 'OK, OK, let's go on to something else.' Objections have never contributed anything.

Ratings for the XFL are so low that pretty soon they'll be able to address the viewers by name.

I am an apolitical Prime Minister. Apart from elections, I don't get involved into politics ever.

At six o'clock we cleaned our cells, At seven all was still, But the sough and swing of a mighty wing The prison seemed to fill, For the Lord of Death with icy breath Had entered in to kill.

Wickedness may prosper for a while.

In one word, this ideal is that you are divine.