...like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.

Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.

And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself—more birds than women flocking round his body!

Ah my friend, if you and I could escape this fray and live forever, never a trace of age, immortal, I would never fight on the front lines again or command you to the field where men win fame.

The most beautiful place I've ever been is in your heart.

And so what do dogs want? They want what they want when they want it. Just like us.

Listen, child—if you’re at a party with a hundred people and one of them is the devil, he’ll be the last one you’d suspect.

What's interesting about architects is, we always have tried to justify beauty by looking to nature, and arguably, beautiful architecture has always been looking at a model of nature.

Comforts and syphilis are the greatest enemies of mankind.

I think passion and discipline are wonderful, complementary things.

Out of near disaster, came real progress.

Knowing reality is knowing that you can't lose it.

If there wasn't no fight, there wasn't no weekend.

Every photo is almost a fiction or a dream. If it's really good, it's another form of life.