Nothing speaks our grief so well as to speak nothing.

Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers play, Yet long by the absence of the day.

Great little One! whose all-embracing birth Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth.

And when life's sweet fable ends, soul and body part like friends; no quarrels, murmurs, no delay; a kiss, a sigh, and so away.

Two went to pray? Better to say one went to brag, the other to pray.

Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life; Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign, Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife, And so turns wine to water back again.

A pillow for thee will I bring,Stuffed with down of angel's wing.

Heaven's great artillery.

Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, And there be words not made with lungs.

A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day.

Eyes that displace the neighbor diamond, and outface that sunshine by their own sweet grace.

With self-confidence and self-commitment, you will realise your dream.

Why should you live in the past when the present already has everything that you need to start a new beginning?

When you're around kids you can be a little kid yourself and pretend that life is magic and you don't have to be one of those sweaty people going to work every day.

This disease they call 'rap' - some kind of rhythmic pulse is going by, while some sociopathic idiot is belching out grade school poetry.

Giving debt relief to people that really need it, that's what foreclosure is.

Don't overthink things in front of you. I fit moves you, shoot it. If it's fun, shoot it. If you've never seen it before, shoot it.

Be in the moment as an actor and as a human being, and you're going to be happy.

Instead of fretting about getting everything done, why not simply accept that being alive means having things to do? Then drop into full engagement with whatever you're doing, and let the worry go.

Star Wars is mythology. Its like Greek mythology or Shakespeare. Its the story of good versus evil over a very long span of time. The storytelling is universal and timeless.

England in a way is lucky. It's an island, so the frontiers are given by the sea.