We are slumberous poppies, Lords of Lethe downs, Some awake and some asleep, Sleeping in our crowns. What perchance our dreams may know, Let our serious may know.

Green little vaulter, in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole noise that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass.

The groundwork of all happiness is health.

Stolen kisses are always sweetest.

The most tangible of all visible mysteries - fire.

Sympathizing and selfish people are alike, both given to tears.

Traveling in the company of those we love is home in motion.

Colors are the smiles of nature.

Patience and gentleness is power.

Music is the medicine of the breaking heart.

Poetry is the breath of beauty.

The book is man's best invention so far.

Anything in any way beautiful derives its beauty from itself and asks nothing beyond itself. Praise is no part of it, for nothing is made worse or better by praise.

Humility is, of all graces, the chiefest when it does not know itself to be a grace at all.

My experiences thus far had me planning to throttle the first Tudor historian I met upon my return for gross dereliction of duty.

When I'm working behind a camera, I feel like I'm trying to achieve something like a jazz musician does.

Every moment had its pleasure and its hope.

When you have love in a story, it gives you the freedom to really take the characters to very interesting places.

I don't want anything bad to happen to me.

For this relay there was a little more pressure because it's the 200, you have to make sure you swim it smart. The 100 was more about energy.

You should thank the people who bring out the worst in you. Had it not been for them, you would never have come to know of your worst side.