Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear; Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear.

The spirit of Greece, passing through and ascending above the world, hath so animated universal nature, that the very rocks and woods, the very torrents and wilds burst forth with it.

No ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner.

There is nothing on earth divine except humanity.

Truth, like the juice of the poppy, in small quantities, calms men; in larger, heats and irritates them, and is attended by fatal consequences in excess.

We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.

A man's vanity tells him what is honor, a man's conscience what is justice.

My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them.

Friendship is a vase, which, when it is flawed by heat, or violence, or accident, may as well be broken at once; it can never be trusted after.

The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.

A good cook is the peculiar gift of the gods. He must be a perfect creature from the brain to the palate, from the palate to the finger's end.

Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.

There are two possibilities: accept the reality or change yourself to get ready to accept the reality.

There can be no spirituality, according to the Sufi masters, without psychology, psychological insight and sociological balance.

Whoever dare dream, must do much activity to realize the dream.

New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.

Andy Warhol: I think everybody should like everybody. Gene Swenson: Is that what Pop Art is all about? Andy Warhol: Yes, it's liking things.

I'll tell you what, our media is indeed sick and its making our country sick, and we're going to stop it.

Laughter is a virus that infects you with humanity.

In an age when the fashion is to be in love with yourself, confessing to be in love with somebody else is an admission of unfaithfulness to one's beloved.

Whatever you choose, your choice will mean there are two new worlds. And perhaps sometimes, on the edge of sleep, we will see the shadow of the other world. There will be no unhappy memories.