I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.

When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town.

Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly I well know whither, And rest I well know where.

When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.

So sweet love seemed that April morn, when first we kissed beside the thorn, so strangely sweet, it was not strange we thought that love could never change.

And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.

But I can tell - let truth be told - That love will change in growing old; Though day by day is nought to see, So delicate his motions be.

All things therefore are charged with love, are charged with God and if we knew how to touch them give off sparks and take fire, yield drops and flow, ring and tell of him.

Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation.

O soul, be patient: thou shalt find A little matter mend all this; Some strain of music to thy mind, Some praise for skill not spent amiss.

O youth whose hope is high, Who dost to Truth aspire, Whether thou live or die, O look not back nor tire.

I have a handful of really close relationships in my life and I depend on those people heavily to carry me through and to help me stay steady.

You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair... People who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is.

I have one aim, the grotesque. If I am not grotesque I am nothing.

We believe firmly that Communism internally and externally can and must be fought without resort to the Communist tactics of the suppression of all individual freedom.

Clergyman: A ticket speculator outside the gates of Heaven.

As Jews, their families left Russia to escape the poverty and the antisemitism.

My dad went to USC and it always had been very important to me and my family.

The mark of a man of the world is absence of pretension.

A few more years will destroy whatever yet remains of that magical potency which once belonged to the name of Byron.

There's a mountain of information about us. I mean there's so much. Anyway, I'm not an intelligence person. But I just look at it and it's a mountain of data.