Footfalls echo in the memorydown the passage we did not taketowards the door we never openedinto the rose garden. My words echothus, in your mind

For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.

Humankind cannot bear very much reality.

The historical sense involves a perception, not only of the pastness of the past, but of its presence

In my end is my beginning.

We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first time.

The only wisdom we can hope to acquireIs the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.

Time present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time futureAnd time future contained in time past.

What the dead had no speech for, when living, They can tell you, being dead: the communicationOf the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.

A condition of complete simplicity(Costing not less than everything)

Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.

His princess was dusty.

Positive thoughts and words will create a force inside you that communicates with the outside world and brings about profusion in all things around you.

If one truly has lost hope, one would not be on hand to say so.

If you're creative, they let you be the showrunner, producer. The first thing my partner and I did as producers was hire ourselves as directors - because who else would hire me?

The night dreamer cannot articulate a cogito. The night dream is a dream without a dreamer.

I have no artistic sensibilities. I wish I did. It is probably really cool. I have work habits and work ethic. For me, all the things I do are jobs.

This is exactly how the World Wide Web works: the HTML files are the pithy description on the paper tape, and your Web browser is Ronald Reagan.

Real prayer comes not from gritting our teeth but from falling in love.

It is through art that we will prevail and we will endure. It lives on after us and defines us as people.