All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas!

Through this broad street, restless ever, ebbs and flows a human tide, wave on wave a living river; wealth and fashion side by side; Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide.

Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying.

Along the river's summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And trembles on its arid stalk the hoar plum of the golden-rod.

Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play!

Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God, who loveth all his works, Has left his Hope with all.

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

Green calm below, blue quietness above.

the joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you

Fortune helps the brave.

Two months after I got out of test pilot school, I saw an advert that said NASA was recruiting more astronauts. The best job you could have as a test pilot was being an astronaut, so I volunteered.

I'll never make it, it will never happen, because they're never going to hear me 'cause they're screaming all the time.

I can't stand the crap that gets talked by everyone - Players, Fans, The Media, Club Officals. Why should I waste my time listening to people who are clearly less intelligent than me

That's kind of my ideal sequel - a movie that continues the story, takes one character and moves on, and moves forward with that character that survived with the first one.

Consciousness is the creative element in the universe. Without it, nothing would appear.

Cinderella? Snow White? What's that? An illness?

To approach the spiritual in art, one will make as little use as possible of reality, because reality is opposed to the spiritual.

Little hinges swing big doors.