Get you gone, you dwarf, You minimus of hindering knotgrass made, You bead, you acorn!

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

My soul is in the sky.

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!

Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nightsFour nights will quickly dream away the time.

Life is an art the one cannot erase

We often concentrate on the negative side of humanity. However, humanity is growing and maturing everyday and showing signs of a better future.

If I don't buy it, I can't sell it.

In movies, storytelling and every single art form, we're creating wonder. You're starting with a blank page and creating something that doesn't exist.

Any artist that's involved in their work is inevitably going to have a focus in what they do.

I'm only here on Earth to serve God. I never had a career. I don't care about commercialism. I have a ministry and I'll fight for the ministry.

I am not an American; I am one of twenty-two million black people who are victims of Americanism.

People like me sound like a lot of big cannons.

I think that there's got to be a comic gene in some way, but it's so much about it is how you grow up.

Oscar Wilde said that the gods punish us in two ways: first, they don't give us what we want, then, they do. He forgot the third way: we finally see the cost of getting it.