For that (the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints.

He is cured by faith who is sick of fate.

Sleep, where in the waste is the wisdom?

Never back a woman you defend, never get quit of a friend on whom you depend, never make face to a foe till he’s rife and never get stuck to another man’s pfife.

Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet!

And you’ll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday.

Three quarks for Muster Mark!

If we can benchmark nature on how it operates, then we never have to worry about how, and when God takes care of us.

A fit encomium for marital bliss, " Beaumont said, putting down his knife and fork. "Dancing to a tune one neither likes nor understands, with a partner who thinks you a cadaver.

The most serious charge which can be brought against New England is not Puritanism but February.

I love to tell stories. I love to tell stories the way I tell them, not the way anybody else tells them. I am all the time writing a novel.

The following statement is true. The previous statement is false.

I can't stand modern movies. The images are too weird and eccentric for me.

You don't know what I'm capable of, you don't know what I've done!

I would love to. A dream of mine is to produce films, as well as to produce content for television.

Technology changes nothing.

Love reasons without reason.