How lovely are the portals of the night When stars come out to watch the daylight die.

It is the sky that makes the earth so lovely at sunrise, and so splendid at sunset. In the one it breathes over the earth the crystal-like ether, in the other the liquid gold.

We are still in Eden; the wall that shuts us out is our own ignorance and folly.

To walk with nature as a poet is the necessary condition of a perfect artist.

How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die.

Amid those scenes of solitude... the mind is cast into the contemplation of eternal things.

Overall, rocks, wood and water, brooded the spirit of repose, and the silent energy of nature stirred the soul to its innermost depths.

None know how often the hand of God is seen in a wilderness but them that rove it for a man's life.

If the imagination is shackled, and nothing is described but what we see, seldom will anything truly great be produced either in Painting or Poetry

Nothing is invented and brought to perfection all at once.

I never succeed in painting scenes, however beautiful, immediately upon returning from them. I must wait for a time to draw a veil over the common details.

Time can be used to convert anything

What is eternal is the cloud drifting slowly out of sight.

A seed does not die because you buried it

For me, the cool thing is doing things that could only be done in gaming.

I'd wear clogs, short pants and ladies' bracelets. I created this aura for myself.

The obstacle became his alibi for weakness.

Tallulah [Bankhead] never bored anyone, and I consider that humanitarianism of a very high order indeed.

In the old world, you devoted 30% of your time to building a great service and 70% of your time to shouting about it. In the new world, that inverts

If I thought I had hurt my chances of winning another major just because I was chasing money around, I'd wind up kicking myself.

While you teach, you learn.