Oh, write of me, not Died in bitter pains, but Emigrated to another star!

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

The lands are lit with all the autumn blaze of golden-rod, and everywhere the purple asters nod and bend and wave and flit.

The tongue is more easily controlled than the features of the face; and though the heart may be secret, the face is transparent.

We can live a life full and complete, thinking with our heads but living from our hearts.

When you first entered the restaurant, I thought you were handsome... and then, of course, you spoke.

O suns and skies and clouds of June, and flowers of June together. Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather.

I shall be found with 'Indians' engraved on my brain when I am dead. A fire has been kindled within me, which will never go out.

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?

O proudly name their names who bravely sail| To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas!

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

Trademark yourself with the mark of excellence.

We suffered today, because we know we have tomorrow, to live and to love.

He seemed like the sort to have a vast arsenal of smirks, shaped over a decade of nonverbal conversation.

A lot of folks just get it in their head that, for instance, like writing memoirs is just easy. You just write down what happened. It doesn't quite work that way.

We only did probably two, three takes on every scene we did, at the most.

Surely it is time for Jews, worried over the huge growth of Arabs in Israel, to consider finishing the exchange of populations that began 35 years ago.

Elvis was the reason I picked up the guitar.

I think that most art is asking a question or is looking for something, looking for answers and that is what life seems to be about for most people.

Everything is substance plus name and form. Name and form come and go, but substance remains ever the same.

Pliny the Elder perished in 79 A.D. when he refused to flee from the great eruption of Mt. Vesuvius, insisting that everything would be all right. It wasn't.