Old books, old wine, old Nankin blue;- All things, in short, to which belong The charm, the grace that Time makes strong, All these I prize, but (entre nous) Old friends are best!

Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go.

Love comes unseen; we only see it go.

All the seasons run their race In this quiet resting-place; Peach, and apricot, and fig Here will ripen, and grow big; Here is store and overplus - More had not Alcinous!

All passes, Art alone Enduring stays to us; The Bust out-lasts the throne,-- The coin, Tiberius.

Fame is a food that dead men eat, I have no stomach for such meat.

He is a Patron who looks down, / With careless eyes on men who drown; / But if they chance to reach the land, / Encumbers them with helping hand

In merest prudence men should teach . . . That science ranks as monstrous things Two pairs of upper limbs; so wings-- E'en Angel's wings!--are fictions.

Time goes you say? Ah no! Alas Time stays we go.

Love comes unseen we only see it go.

What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!

Time define sacred events.

As a profession advertising is young; as a force it is as old as the world.

I dwell in possibilities... a fairer house than prose.

I was a normal, rather dutiful child. I didn't even rebel as a teenager.

I've never been one that thinks that the function of an instrument is to approach the purity of voice or the structure of a beautifully sung line.

I'm normally drawn to something I haven't done and seen before.

I knew there were no such things as death cooties. Unfortunately, that's an intellectual fact. And death cooties are an emotional reality.

If you don't take chances, you can't do anything in life.

Irreverence ran on both sides of our family...my parents brought me up to think we could all change the world.

And though I walk home alone, my faith in love is still devout.