[At a musical concert:] . . . the music's pure algebra of enchantment.

The hiss was now becoming a roar - the whole world was a vast moving screen of snow - but even now it said peace, it said remoteness, it said cold, it said sleep.

All lovely things will have an ending, all lovely things will fade and die; and youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.

The wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams, the eternal asker of answers, stands in the street, and lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.

Forward into the untrodden! Courage, old man, and hold on to your umbrella!

My heart has become as hard as a city street, the horses trample upon it, it sings like iron, all day long and all night long they beat, they ring like the hooves of time.

I'm afraid I wasn't much of a student, but my casual reading was enormous.

O sweet clean earth, from whom the green blade cometh! When we are dead, my best beloved and I, close well above us, that we may rest forever, sending up grass and blossoms to the sky.

Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.

Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.

It's time to make love, douse the glim; The fireflies twinkle and dim; The stars lean together Like birds of a feather, And the loin lies down with the limb.

People believe in everything, except the reality.

Wishing is only for those who are very doubtful of their ability to transcend from all circumstances.

Academics have given up trying to recover an honest picture of the past and have decided that their history-writing should be simply an instrument of moral hand-wringing.

Ultimately, we hear things because we cannot see everything.

Each underestimates her own power and overestimates the other's.

It's so easy to lose your fitness and so hard to gain it back.

Great revolutions, whatever may be their causes, are not lightly commenced, and are not concluded with precipitation.

Let faith oust fact; let fancy oust memory; I look deep down and do believe.

The era of ‘yes’ has begun.

The greatest accomplishment is not in never failing, but in rising again after you fall.