Like mimic meteors the snow, In silence out of Heaven sifts.

And in the evening, everywhere Along the roadside, up and down, I see the golden torches flare Like lighted street-lamps in the town.

Song like a rose should be; Each rhyme a petal sweet; For fragrance, melody, That when her lips repeat The words, her heart may know What secret makes them so. Love, only Love.

Out of the scabbard of the night By God's hand drawn Flashes his shining sword of light And lo the dawn!

The unexamined life is not worth living.

Think of something clever, witty or profound, keep it short and people may quote you.

My mom told me as a youngster I was always intellectual, like as far as being able to adapt fast and quick. But I had a fun childhood, went to regular school.

You don't get bored making an album.

Luke moved as silently as fog, while Maryse's heels sounded like gunshots on the marble floor. Clary wondered if Isabelle's propensity for unsuitable footwear was genetic.

The tactician knows what to do when there is something to do; whereas the strategian knows what to do when there is nothing to do

I've always been about honesty, whether on the radio, whether I did a movie, whether I wrote a book. As long as you're honest, you don't lose your edge.

I'm very happy that the New York Times has spoken well of my stuff; who wouldn't be? But it's not a choice I made.

I am a little klutzy and self-deprecating. I fit in with the rest of the losers.

God forgive me for having thought it possible that a schoolmaster could be out and out a rational being.