Love seeks a guerdon; friendship is as God,Who gives and asks no payment.

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.

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

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?

There's a great tradition of actors taking on parts of much less obvious sympathy.

A lot of people think I'm retiring, but I've been telling a fib. I've been forced to leave this job because I gave $75,000 to the Clinton Foundation.

Hope is the most beneficial of all the affections, and doth much to the prolongation of life.

I'm going to ask what is correct, what I deserve, especially in relation to male actors.

What are the things that you can't see that are important? I would say justice, truth, humility, service, compassion, love...They're the guiding lights of a life.

We must have design in a picture even at the expense of truth. You are using nature for your artistic needs.

I want to work for the poor in my country.

My tunes and numbers are here. They have filled my years, the years when I refused to die. And in order to do that I wrote, I wrote, I wrote, at noon or 3:00 A.M. So as not to be dead.

You think you can say a few words and end us? There is no end, Eva.

Warriors! and where are warriors found, If not on martial Britain's ground? And who, when waked with note of fire, Love more than they the British lyre?