But Winter has yet brighter scenes-he boasts Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows; Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods All flushed with many hues.

The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows.

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.

It is said to be the manner of hypochondriacs to change often their physician.

Hark to that shrill, sudden shout, The cry of an applauding multitude, Swayed by some loud-voiced orator who wields The living mass as if he were its soul!

These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.

But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.

Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.

There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief may hide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.

The groves were God's first temples.

When you treat your failures as lessons, you can never fail.

Life's situations are like a set of cards in your hands.You cannot change the cards, but you can surely play with them in your own unique way.

I'd rather be a friendless loser than have a bunch of friends who secretly hated me. (spoken by Massie Block)

Buttons ... check. Dials ... check. Switches ... check. Little colored lights ... check.

At HBO, they seem to be well-informed. They make what I think are really quite mature films.

I try and do films I know I'm going to enjoy watching as well as being in.

In New York, they like winners. They don't like second place.

Though I was excited about the Sojourner Truth play, it was not reassuring to think that my entire future might depend on the success of that one show.

Christianity was preached by ignorant men and believed by servants, and that is why it resembles nothing ever known.

Style and taste do not have anything to do with the other. It's the difference between wit and humor.