My hand and pen are not in plight, As they have been of yore.

As ye of clay were cast by kind, So shall ye waste to dust.

My lusts they do me leave, My fancies all be fled, And tract of time begins to weave Grey hairs upon my head.

For age with stealing steps Hath clawed me with his crutch

The wrinkles in my brow, The furrows in my face, Say, limping age will lodge him now Where youth must give him place.

I loathe that I did love, In youth that I thought sweet

I’ve already found the right person. I’m just waiting for her to be ready.

By self-interest, Man has become gregarious, but in instinct he has remained to a great extent solitary; hence the need of religion and morality to reinforce self-interest.

Letting go of its good players, like Özil, the ones who know how to play football – that did surprise me.

I have to kind of like switch heads. Sometimes I manage it seamlessly, and other times I feel rather all over the place. I feel a bit schizophrenic, like I have a split personality.

Writing, producing and directing, I must say, is incredibly satisfying and gratifying.

I don't think that there has been a film that I've done that hasn't been influenced by libraries and archives.

She sealed his lips with a wanton kiss; 'Though I forgive your breaking your vows to heaven, I expect you to keep your vows to me.

My goal was to develop into an independent research scientist studying clinical problems at the laboratory bench, but I felt that postgraduate residency training in internal medicine was necessary.

Boys with a failure to launch are invisible to most girls. With poor social skills, the boys feel anger at their fear of being rejected and self-loathing at their inability to compete.

People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find.