Of our conflicts with others we make rhetoric of our conflicts with ourselves we make poetry.

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.

It’s almost as if we don’t need to live our lives or feel our feelings at all, because someone already told us what the ending was going to be.

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past.

How awesome is the awe God!

Infectious smile has infected tears The laughter strikes with spears I am not dear and they are not sincere Feeling fear I must perform For when I stop the stage is gone

We old athletes carry the disfigurements and markings of contests remembered only by us and no one else. Nothing is more lost than a forgotten game.

The real actor - like any real artistj- has a direct line to the collective heart.

One can no more approach people without love than one can approach bees without care. Such is the quality of bees.

When the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby, it helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky.

Be fond of the man who jests at his scars, if you like; but never believe he is being on the level with you.