Christians have burned each other quite persuaded That all the apostles would have done as they did.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.

The heart will break, but broken live on.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.

And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

Life is definitely about taking chances, living every minute with zeal, and then laying back and regretting nothing.

But he wasn't really thinking properly. It was as if the thoughts were chasing each other round and round his head without managing to catch up with each other.

Poets speak of hope in ladies smiles, but give me a smirk any day, I say.

Can you rework your past, the grit that rubs in you, until it is shiny and smooth as a pearl?

A bomb is a bomb, what's the difference between different kinds of bombs? All bombs are to kill, but it's about how to use it.

Life to me is just so precious. I fail to see the wrong in keeping someone alive who's still got quality of life even if it's only for a few months.

Always be humble enough to learn something new. Otherwise, it's only a matter of time before your knowledge becomes outdated.

If you're lucky you find something that reflects you, Helps you feel your life, protects you, Cradles you and connects you to everything.

I grew up in Marin County north of San Francisco, and in the 1950s and '60s it was a natural paradise.

Frankly, I don’t care what others say.