Love comes in at the eye.

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.

There is another world, but it is in this one.

Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.

The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.

One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

Deriving truth from joy may be far more easier than generating joy from the truth.

I love the wheels, I mean steering wheel.

Experience has taught us that we have only one enduring weapon in our struggle against mental illness: the emotional discovery of our truth about the unique history of our childhood.

I can never ‘un-love’ you, Marcus. You are mine, all of you. Your faults are now my own, and all of your secrets are now mine to keep.

True wisdom dwells in the ability to remain constantly aware of that in which we have no practical knowledge of

Wickedness comes to its height by degrees. He that dares say of a less sin, Is it not a little one? will ere long say of a greater, Tush, God regards it not!

Yes, I have been studying piano since I was six. Classical, jazz, compositional, Broadway, everything. I just love it all.

I used to like fishing because I thought it had some larger significance. Now I like fishing because it's the one thing I can think of that probably doesn't.

It's fun, but the fun is where it always was. I mean, it's still fun to strap on my Les Paul in the basement and turn up the Marshall amp. I'm still 15. I still enjoy that as much as I ever did.

Hostility to art is also hostility to the new, to the unforeseen.