Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

My soul is in the sky.

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!

Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nightsFour nights will quickly dream away the time.

O hell! to choose love by another's eye.

Night always turns to day again as long as the sun shall rise, so shall it be for darkened dreams grown pale from compromise

Any man's measure is determined by what he will do when he is faced with his own deep need. Not how high he may reach but how low he may kneel.

Cars can have a hypnotic effect. You can get in a car and get out and not really remember the trip.

I feel like I'm a good actor, but I wouldn't call myself a gifted actor.

Sometimes something has a value, it has an instant quality to it, and that's all it needs to be.

I wouldn't mind being dead - it would be something new.

Books seek us out. They slip themselves into our hands just at the time we are ready for a new self-concept.

Surprises are foolish things. The pleasure is not enhanced, and the inconvenience is often considerable.

Images are more real than anyone could have supposed.

I'm always on to something else. It's like, I'm sitting here now jotting down notes for something that's in my head. There's always something going on in my head, and I have to just keep executing.