We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.

All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.

All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat.

A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream.

After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts - like a Chinese nest of boxes - oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front - in our ancestors, back and back until.

Once a man strays out of the common herd, he's more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels.

What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.

And some win peace who spend The skill of words to sweeten despair Of finding consolation where Life has but one dark end.

A lost but happy dream may shed its light upon our waking hours, and the whole day may be infected with the gloom of a dreary or sorrowful one; yet of neither may we be able to recover a trace.

An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.

For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there; That music, remote, forlorn.

Nobody wants to look like a fool. Nine times out of ten, thatreason alone keeps people from allowing themselves to believe.

If it hadn't been for the rise of the working woman's wardrobe, I never would have found the time to sneak a kid in.

I spent my life attacking everything because I was too afraid to risk creating anything.

You must be accommodating with your teacher. You must have a sense of humor about your teacher and the impossible things they ask you to do.

The emotions I feel are no more meant to be shown in their unadulterated state than the inner organs by which we live.

Fellini, Kurosawa, and Bunuel move in the same field as Tarkovsky. Antonioni was on his way, but expired, suffocated by his own tediousness.

Americans are from Mars, Europeans are from Venus: they agree on little and understand each other less and less.

I'm so lost. Will I ever find myself?

Don't wait to be picked. Pick yourself.

Bach, Mozart, Beethoven and Tchaikovsky were not classical musicians while they were alive and active, they were the rock stars of their day.