Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-night!

Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!I am so weary of toil and of tears,-Toil without recompense, tears all in vain!Take them, and give me my childhood again!

Carve not upon a stone when I am dead, The praises which remorseful mourners give; To women's graves - a tardy recompense, But speak them while I live.

Unremembered and afar I watched as I watched a star, Through darkness struggling into view And I loved you better than you knew.

We do not die with those we mourn.

We dream because that's what life is.Anything else and it would be a nightmare.

You cannot demonstrate your own greatness by remaining at one extreme, but by reaching out to both extremes at the same time, and filling the intermediate space.

I think sometimes celebrities get so big, they're not reachable.

The next time that we meet we meet as enemies!

MY DOCTOR phoned and said you don't deserve this news, but your lungs are crystal clear'.

If you're living in your time, you cannot help but to write about the things that are important.

Give up money, give up fame, give up science, give the earth itself and all it contains, rather than do an immoral act.

I think they're going to force us to eat lots of cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.

If you're too big to fit into fashion, then you just have to do your own fashion.

The mad also laugh, or is that what Freud and the others discovered perhaps, that only the mad laugh?