Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.

Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.

Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.

Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.

We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?

My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit.

Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.

What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.

Silence is more musical than any song.

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night!

You cannot fix what you will not face.

The only one you should compare yourself to is you. Your mission is to become better today than you were yesterday.

It is any day better to stand erect with a broken and bandaged head then to crawl on one's belly, in order to be able to save one's head.

I kind of fell into acting.I was very lucky.

That's the artist's job, really: continually setting yourself free, and giving yourself new options and new ways of thinking about things.

What makes a woman stylish is what she has to say and how she chooses to live her life.

Books are still the main yardstick by which I measure true wealth.

You ask me what forces me to speak? a strange thing; my conscience.

Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.