And some win peace who spend The skill of words to sweeten despair Of finding consolation where Life has but one dark end.

All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.

All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat.

A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream.

After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts - like a Chinese nest of boxes - oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front - in our ancestors, back and back until.

Once a man strays out of the common herd, he's more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels.

What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.

A lost but happy dream may shed its light upon our waking hours, and the whole day may be infected with the gloom of a dreary or sorrowful one; yet of neither may we be able to recover a trace.

An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.

For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there; That music, remote, forlorn.

Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon.

When you do not know what you are doing and what you are doing is the best -- that is inspiration.

Color me....BRILLIANT.

When you talk to a sympathetic mind about technology, gender, age, and experience disappear completely, and soon you’re one-on-one with the topic at hand.

I stood staring, not as yet realising that this was death leaping from man to man in that little distant crowd.

My acting stopped being about disguise and became about truth which suits the camera, so my film career took off when I came out.

Sports are, and should be, a joy. And it delights me that the joy I felt through the years of broadcasting games was projected onto the audience.

I never thought I would have any particular career in movies at all.

Love is like a pineapple, sweet and undefinable.

people want you to be happy, don't keep serving them your pain

But sometimes imperfect tools lead us toward perfect ends.