How silent are the winds!

The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free!

Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.

O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!

Shadows fall on even the brightest hours.

I 'm on the sea! I 'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be, With the blue above and the blue below, And silence wheresoever I go.

Pity speaks to grief more sweetly than a band of instruments.

Death is the tyrant of the imagination.

The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.

I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.

Not the rich viol, trump, cymbal, nor horn, Guitar, nor cittern, nor the pining flute, Are half so sweet as tender human words.

Noise in the form of words'

How much you give is not counted by amount, but by fraction

Death undoes us less, sometimes, than the hope that it will never come.

I believe that if man and woman cherish the same ideals and think alike, then the marriage can be complementary to each other's work instead of being a hindrance.

Im from Boston, and I get easily overwhelmed in New York, so I go to Boston and stay with my parents for a few months at a time to write, or edit, or just to cry.

It is the duty of machines and those who design them to understand people. It is not our duty to understand the arbitrary, meaningless dictates of machines.

My approach works not by making valid predictions but by allowing me to correct false ones.

Is everybody in?... Is everybody in?... Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin...

He who obtains has little. He who scatters has much.

Sometimes artists are control freaks and it's certainly important to have a vision, but within that vision you need to allow freedom and personality- or you light as well hire robots.