I am sick of four walls and a ceiling I have need of the sky, I have business with the grass.

I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.

Spring in the world! And all things are made new!

Ye who made war that your ships Should lay to at the beck of no nation, Make war now on Murder, that slips The leash of her hounds of damnation; Ye who remembered the Alamo, Remember the Maine!

Our cheer goes back to them, the valiant dead! Laurels and roses on their graves to-day, lilies and laurels over them we lay, and violets o'er each unforgotten head.

For 't is always fair weather When good fellows get together With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear.

And you prate of the wealth of nations, as if it were bought and sold, The wealth of nations is men, not silk and cotton and gold.

I am fevered with the sunset, I am fretful with the bay, For the wander-thirst is on me And my soul is in Cathay.

The East and the West in the spring of the world shall blend / As a man and a woman that plight / Their troth in the warm spring night.

Who would not rather flounder in the fight than not have known the glory of the fray?

Nor love they least Who strike with right good will To vanquish ill And fight God's battle upward from the beast.

Poetry makes life what lights and music do the stage.

She is truly beautiful, but she doesn't have a beautiful face to match her beautiful heart. True beauty lies in the HEART.

I'm boring. My beliefs are neither here nor there.

But how shall we educate men to goodness, to a sense of one another, to a love of truth? And more urgently, how shall we do this in a bad time?

You must also realize that the stuff of excellence-truth, real scientific truth-can be elusive... It is too often covered by the heavy fog of fear and hidden by the darkness of your detractors.

I see an incredible abuse of close-ups in many films these days. Why is that?

I think, I just always carry this kind of happy sense of being able to come into any situation and know that I don't exactly fit in, but I can make a place for myself.

Oh yeah, I was one of the first guys writing comic books, I wrote Captain America, with guys like Stan Lee, who became famous later on with Marvel Comics.

Growing up in the Bay Area, I played early on with these quartet groups who set guidelines for me. I remember the guys would all have the same clothes and shoes, like these uniforms. I was in awe.

Don't hate the black, don't hate the white. If you get bit, just hate the bite.