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!

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

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

…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.

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.

Tell me what you want, and I'll tell you who you think you are. Tell me what you fear, and I'll tell you who you really are.

You will get what you wish for.

Suffering is always an invitationto awarenessand compassionand action.

One cannot worship the false god of nationalism and the God of Christianity at the same time. .

You can have a knack for dancing, but you still have to practice till your feet are bleeding to be worthy of being in front of an audience.

When I was in school I used to prank my teachers all the time. But I was really, really nice. I love to make people laugh. And even in those pranks, the teachers would laugh most of the time.

Start at B. Yes. No. Yes. No.

The idea of death robs inquiry of its passionate vitality and empties our efforts of their purpose by coming to one predestined conclusion, death. Why inquire if you already know the answer?

When I was in NYU Film School I drove a taxi in New York for two years, I felt like I owned my own business with that little taxi.

Ballybunion is the course on which many golf architects should live and play on before they build golf courses.