Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.

A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

Shed no tear - O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more - O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root's white core.

Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds.

And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me.

You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

Most men are not wicked... They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.

It's always been you

Things that are too easily achieved don't inspire anyone.

I was desperate not to confront the fact that this really could be it—that "nineteen" didn't matter, that there really was a point at which even young bodies fail. I was not immortal.

People are much too solemn about things - I'm all for sticking pins into episcopal behinds.

In every well-governed state wealth is a sacred thing; in democracies it is the only sacred thing.

It's important to know when we need to stop, reflect, and receive. In our competitive world, that might be called a waste of time.

I would love to have a career that's governed by the material; I always want to be part of stories that I feel are worthwhile.

I begin to suspect that England is the most melancholy country in the world.

When we look at a photograph of ourselves or of others, we are really looking at the return of the dead.