Feeling hearts--touch them but lightly--pour A thousand melodies unheard before.

I lived to write, and wrote to live.

Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.

Long on the wave reflected lustres of play.

Kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire, As summer clouds flash forth electric fire.

Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head.

Man to the last is but a froward child; So eager for the future, come what may, And to the present so insensible.

Gentle to others, to himself severe.

To know her was to love her.

Every day a little life, a blank to be inscribed with gentle thoughts.

When a new book is published, read an old one.

The holy war is within.

Strength isn't about what you can and cannot achieve. It’s about what you will and will not do in order to achieve.

There are going to be good times and bad times, but lighten up.

That's actually a rare thing to be on a set full of people that you admire and make you laugh all the time.

I frequently lock myself in my studio. I do not often see the people I love, and in the end I shall suffer for it... painting is one's private life.

Letters are something from you. It's a different kind of intention than writing an e-mail.

If men refuse to be kindled, sparks can only burn themselves out, just as paper images and carriages burn out on the street during funerals.

I'm a lover of my own liberty, and so I would do nothing to restrict yours.

I love the crossbow. I mean it's just fun. Guns are fun, I can't deny that shooting guns in movies isn't fun. But a crossbow is pretty rad.

Things always change, and New York teaches you that.