A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have.

True villains are extremely photogenic.

All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The imagination is one of the forces of nature.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

I do not know which to prefer - The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.

Let us not be judged by actions, but by means.

When life gives you the gift of a great story, to not partake in the telling of that story would be a crime against humanity.

For the sake of your health and happiness, replace the loss that causes sadness with the thanks that yields gratitude.

This is unacceptable! We’re English, damn it! We know how to build things where they shouldn't be! - Governor Dewar

No two situations are identical, but with years of experience you can usually find a comparison to something you did before, which shortens the process of deciding how to approach a job.

Only the mob and the elite can be attracted by the momentum of totalitarianism itself. The masses have to be won by propaganda.

The true exceptional performer is on super pilot. Every single sense, every fiber of his body is brought together in what he is doing.

Men have torn up the roads which led to Heaven, and which all the world followed; now we have to make our own ladders.

Far too often animals are put to sleep when they could be saved through proper care and nursing.

... sometimes, out of bitterness, the years distill forgiveness.