Holding occasion by the hand, Not over nice 'twixt weed and flower, Waiving what none can understand, I make mine hour.

The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.

A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows; It comes, it grieves, it goes. Once it rocked the summer rose.

I question not if thrushes sing, If roses load the air; Beyond my heart I need not reach When all is summer there.

The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears. [So when you are crying remember also to anticipate and look for the rainbow.]

I pour into the world the eternal streams Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams.

No command of art, No toil, can help you hear; Earth's minstrelsy falls clear But on the listening heart.

If so men's memories not a monument be, None shalt thou have. Warm hearts, and not cold stone, Must mark thy grave, or thou shalt lie, unknown. Marbles keep not themselves; how then, keep thee?

The message from the hedge-leaves, Heed it, whoso thou art; Under lowly eaves Lives the happy heart.

The soul would have no rainbow, had the eyes no tears.

It may not be important how much you have, but it is important who you are in your heart.

A smile and patience are two things that can never be over applied.

The shortest path is not always the fastest.

Any race I go into, I've always got the attitude of throwing myself into and wanting nothing but No. 1.

I want to shift my career back to shows like The Knick. I prefer the classic drama structure.

When you're on the road a lot, you're in perpetual search of a good night's sleep.

I'm romantically inclined. No human being on Earth is not attracted to other people. There is no fairy tale that they only have eyes for you. You just choose to act on it or not.

I never lie for the sake of kindness,” he murmured, smiling. “One of my many flaws.

If you can find your footing between two cultures, sometimes you can have the best of both worlds.

So I was smacked up on the Prime Minister's jet – big deal.