My mind lets go a thousand things, Like dates of wars and deaths of kings

A man is known by the company his mind keeps.

All the best sands of my life are somehow getting into the wrong end of the hourglass. If I could only reverse it! Were it in my power to do sowould I?

What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.

They fail, and they alone, who have not striven.

Civilization is the lamb's skin in which barbarism masquerades.

True art selects and paraphrases, but seldom gives a verbatim translation.

The possession of unlimited power will make a despot of almost any man. There is a possible Nero in the gentlest human creature that walks.

But I, in the chilling twilight stand and wait At the portcullis, at thy castle gate, Longing to see the charmed door of dreams Turn on its noiseless hinges, delicate sleep!

What probing deep Has ever solved the mystery of sleep?

Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows in yonder West; the fair, frail palaces, The fading Alps and archipelagoes and great cloud continents of sunset-seas.

A beautiful world with ugly people

Authorship of anything apart from God is nothing more than a tragedy in the making.

I'm not better than anyone else. I'm not supposed to be on a pedestal. I've always stayed away from that.

Everyone has a different approach, but I like to shoot a lot of film anyway.

When you care more about what others think of you than what God knows about you, you've lost perspective on what really matters.

. . . don't rewrite unless you know what you're trying to do.

It was said of old Sarah, Duchess of Marlborough, that she never puts dots over her I s, to save ink.

Violence produces only something resembling justice, but it distances people from the possibility of living justly, without violence.

I wouldn't want the pressure of a Six Feet Under or the pressure of improvising like Curb Your Enthusiasm.

Lord, let me live until I die.