Good poets borrow, great poets steal

It is never too late to be what you might have been.

Most of the trouble in the world is caused by people wanting to be important.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

If we really want to pray we must first learn to listen, for in the silence of the heart God speaks.

I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.

Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

Finding a way to live the simple life is one of life's supreme complications.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

The journey, Not the destination matters.

People who are too optimistic seem annoying. This is an unfortunate misinterpretation of what an optimist real

Underneath all notions of justice is a set of faith assumptions that are essentially religious, and these are often not acknowledged.

Let your characters lead when you're dancing together.

But before we were mothers, we have been, first of all, women, with actual bodies and actual minds.

Acting gets into your blood, after so many years, and I just always like revisiting it. It's fun to meet new people and watch them coming along, at different stages of their careers.

You can't just do one of the things, because it won't be enough to combat the climate change that we're already starting to experience. It will only get worse.

You can't get back what you've lost, What's important now is "What is it that you still have. —Jimbei

Peter Van Houten was the only person I’d ever come across who seemed to (a) understand what it’s like to be dying, and (b) not have died.

I thought there were moments to complain about your parents and moments to be grateful, and it was a shame to mix those moments up.

We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?