The simple Wordsworth . . . / Who, both by precept and example, shows / That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.

The heart will break, but broken live on.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.

And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

The only things I regret, and the only things I'll ever regret are things I didn't do. In the end, that's what we mourn. The paths we didn't take. The people we didn't touch.

The truth was stranger than the official fiction.

A wolf can only curse a lion when surrounded by its peers.

What made something precious? Losing it and finding it.

The big will get bigger; the small will get wiped out.

Life's mysterious, strange, and full of wonders - and only a fool withdraws from it willingly and lets it pass him by.

In the beginning was the secret brain. The brain was celled and soldered in the thought

I am a plain man, and I care and know comparatively little about rhetoric.

Technology made large populations possible; large populations now make technology indispensable.

God, it was good to let go, let the tight mask fall off, and the bewildered, chaotic fragments pour out. It was the purge, the catharsis.