Although our love is waning, let us stand by the lone border of the lake once more, together in that hour of gentleness. When the poor tired child, passion, falls asleep.

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.

There is another world, but it is in this one.

Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.

The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.

One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

When I meet a woman whose energy falters at the first barrier, she seems to fade beside my mother.

Her half-closed eyes were moist and tremulous and languid with desire. I began to drink love from them with thirsty kisses

Some people are asking me questions like this is a more shocking subject, which is so strange.

I get my dance moves from just moving around and listening to music and not really worrying about if it's perfect or not.

I've directed enough in the theatre and a couple of films to know that - to feel fairly secure that if I find a story that I really like I can probably get it done somewhat.

Planet Earth thought it had £10. But it turns out we only had £2. Which means everyone must lose 80% of their wealth

I have great respect for the past.

It's nice to have recognition for doing a good job, but at the end of the day, I'm just an actor and I'm doing my job and I'm always trying to get better at doing that job.

Oh Sleep! it is a gentle thing, beloved from pole to pole, to Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, that slid into my soul.

A picture can express a universal humanism, or simply reveal a delicate and poignant truth by exposing a slice of life that might otherwise pass unnoticed.