How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection recalls them to view; The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew.

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view.

The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.

Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood When fond recollection presents them to view.

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.

The degree of slowness is directionally proportional to the intensity of memory. The degree of speed is directionally proportional to the intensity of forgetting.

I felt that thread that had come between us, tugging, tugging at my heart—so hard, it hurt me.

Art is for [the Irish] inseparable from artifice: of that, the theatre is the home. Possibly, it was England made me a novelist.

If you lack wisdom in regard to a problem, you need to go to God in prayer.

The Muppet Show is very much seen as an English thing. So for us in the U.K. it is one of the treasures of the history of children's TV and of comedy basically.

True worth is as inevitably discovered by the facial expression, as its opposite is sure to be clearly represented there. The human face is nature's tablet, the truth is certainly written thereon.

I believe in reincarnation of the soul.

May it not be that the brighter stars are like our Sun, the upholding and energizing centers of systems of living beings?

The art is the challenge which you must meet every day: the technique you should learn to control with time. The science and the art of photography are really one, and not opposed to each other.