But sure the eye of time beholds no name, So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame.

Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.

There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.

Oh, look at me! I'm making people happy! I'm the Magical Man from Happy-Land, in a gumdrop house on Lollipop Lane! Oh, by the way, I was being sarcastic.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.

After the event, even a fool is wise.

You can motivate by fear, and you can motivate by reward. But both those methods are only temporary. The only lasting thing is self motivation.

There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.

Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter.

Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

The son of Saturn gave The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls Upon the Sovereign One's immortal head Were shaken, and with them the mighty mount, Olympus trembled.

If your not annoying somebody, you're not alive.

Dinner was made for eating, not for talking.

Laura's [my sister] rooting for her brother. She'd better. She's known him a lot longer than me.

Look, we're all saddled with things that make us better or worse. This world is a crazy place, and I've chosen to make my work about that insanity.

The public me, the one named Elizabeth Taylor, has become a lot of hokum and fabrication - a bunch of drivel - and I find her slightly revolting.

You are not here to prove worthiness. You are here to extend the creation, creator, creating that you are.

You are meant to play the ball as it lies, a fact that may help to touch on your own objective approach to life.

If I’d been talking about black trash, I might be lynched. If I was talking about white trash, I’d merely be another torchbearer in an ongoing national lynching.

My yoke is easy, and my burden light.

lf you ever dare to fight against hatred, then there is but one weapon: Love.