Oh, grown-ups cannot understand, And grown-ups never will, How short the way to fairyland Across the purple hill.

Heart of my heart, the world is young; Love lies hidden in every rose!

There’s a magic in the distance, where the sea-line meets the sky.

Happy, happy, happy for all that God hath done, Glad of all the little leaves dancing in the sun.

Beauty is a fading flower,Truth is but a wizard's tower,Where a solemn death-bell tolls,And a forest round it rolls.

Only in souls the Christ is brought to birth, And there He lives and dies.

Outlawed, but not alone, for Love Is outlawed, too. You cannot banish us, proud world: We banish you.

Luke associates John with Peter in Acts, when, after the Resurrection, that strange boldness had come upon the disciples.

I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.

Bring the buds of the hazel-copse, Where two lovers kissed at noon; Bring the crushed red wild-thyme tops Where they murmured under the moon.

If ever I had any doubts about the fundamental realities of religion, they could always be dispelled by one memory- the light upon my father's face as he came back from early communion.

Every concept of reality is all in our head, belief is what makes truth.

A live broke man is 'luckier' than a dead rich man.

Every right decision you create opens a wide gate to your destiny.

When all hope is lost, pig-headed refusal to acknowledge reality will always save the day.

And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.

I'm very politically active, but that has nothing to do with my charity.

What’s that about? Love must be more about power than we think, if even in its most intimate moment of expression we think about not being the one who risks the most.

I will do those things which make me happy today and which I can also live with ten years from now.

I have a lot of great distractions outside of acting.

I'm just a good Catholic boy - I do naughty things and feel guilty about them.