Laughter shall drown the raucous shout; And, though these shelt'ring walls are thin, May they be strong to keep hate out And hold love in.

Every poet knows the pun is Pierian, that it springs from the same soil as the Muse?a matching and shifting of vowels and consonants, an adroit assonance sometimes derided as jackassonance.

Life, alas, is very drear. Up with the glass! Down with the beer!

God, though this life is but a wraith, Although we know not what we use, Although we grope with little faith, Give me the heart to fight and lose.

Friendship is like love at its best; not blind but sympathetically all-seeing; a support which does not wait for understanding; an act of faith which does not need, but always has, reason.

Write out of love, write out of instinct, write out of reason. But always for money.

Poetry is the power of defining the indefinable in terms of the unforgettable.

Nothing but blackness above And nothing that moves but the cars... God, if you wish for our love, Fling us a handful of stars!

Come, drink the mystic wine of Night, Brimming with silence and the stars; While earth, bathed in this holy light, Is seen without its scars.

Why has our poetry eschewed The rapture and response of food? What hymns are sung, what praises said For home-made miracles of bread?

From compromise and things half done, Keep me with stern and stubborn pride; And when at last the fight is won, God, keep me still unsatisfied.

Now in these troubled times, even more than ever, we need an affirmation that there is goodness and beauty in the world.

I think that the best training a top manager can be engaged in is management by example.

As actors, it is our responsibility to read the newspapers, and then say what we read on television like it's our own opinion.

I am partisan to some extent on the Democratic side, but I consider myself more of an independent.

Let's put it this way: If a raccoon can carry a movie, then they believe maybe even a woman can.

A healthy man is content with a woman. An erotic man is content with a stocking to get to a woman. A sick man is content with thestocking.

In the end you have only you.

If God is vast and boundless as the ocean, how can a tiny drop like man imagine what He is?

I think what's so great about 'Arrow' is that they really ground everything in reality.

There are men in the world who derive an exaltation from the proximity of disaster and ruin, as other from success.