Heart's ease! one could look for half a day Upon this flower, and shape in fancy out Full twenty different tales of love and sorrow, That gave this gentle name.

He is happiest who hath power to gather wisdom from a flower.

For visions come not to polluted eyes.

To ask me is in vain; For who goes up your winding stair Can ne'er come down again.

Yes, in the poor man's garden grow Far more than herbs and flowers - Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind, And Joy for weary hours.

Will you walk into my parlour? Said the spider to a fly: '"Tis the prettiest little parlour That ever you did spy.

God sends children for another purpose than merely to keep up the race -- to enlarge our hearts, to make us unselfish, and full of kindly sympathies and affections.

True delicacy, that most beautiful heart-leaf of humanity, exhibits itself most significantly in little things.

Then take me on your knee, mother; And listen, mother of mine. A hundred fairies danced last night, And the harpers they were nine.

When on the breath of Autumn's breeze, From pastures dry and brown, Goes floating, like an idle thought, The fair, white thistle-down; O, then what joy to walk at will, Upon the golden harvest-hill!

Old England is our home, and Englishmen are we; Our tongue is known in every clime, our flag in every sea.

And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human time does not turn in a circle

Many people see happiness only in their future.

We have drugs to make women speak, but none to keep them silent.

In movies you get to do that. Sometimes with the vigilante justice movie he has to also tangle with police, which are traditional or security people. Is there going to be any of that in this?

I didn't get my degree at NYU; I got it later, they gave me an honourary one.

It takes just as little time to see the positive side of life as it does the negative side.

I couldn't go on, too conscious all at once of my whispering, my eternal posturing, always transforming the world with words--changing nothing.

Ophelia was bonkers, right? And Juliet was what, a sixth-grader?

I'm not willing to risk more terrorist plots succeeding and more paedophiles going free.

Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!