And hope is but a dream of those that wake.

Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.

Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.

Who fastest walks, but walks astray, Is only furthest from his way.

The end must justify the means.

Hope is but the dream of those that wake.

He's half absolv'd Who has confess'd.

They never taste who always drink They always talk who never think.

Similes are like songs of love: They much describe they nothing prove.

Hope is but the dream of those who wake.

You have control over yourself. You are the master of your destiny. You're the captain of your ship and YOU are the one who'll decide where to go...

Deeply happy people are even thankful for the trials and tragedies they pass through.

Right on the other side of our fears resides hope and happiness. We get stuck in our lives afraid to walk over there when it’s a much kinder place.

Tears welled in his eyes. It was like watching chocolate melt.

It was always the most striking scene, the best work, the most disturbing emotion and unsettling idea that attracts criticism.

They merit more praise who know how to suffer misery than those who temper themselves in contentment.

When the great promise of the Spirit was fulfilled on the day of Pentecost, it was fulfilled not in reference to the apostles only.

Who turns away from gazing at the sun Sees its dusk images fill all the air. It is not otherwise when Hope is done: Her darkling phantoms make the heaven of Despair.

Even when I was at CIA, I'd go to visit foreign leaders and I'd say, 'You know, I'm not a diplomat. I'm just an old CIA guy'... I said, 'If I wanted to be diplomatic, I'd have been a diplomat.'

Selfishness in art, as in other things, is sensibility kept at home.