[On the Netherlands:] There is not a richer or more carefully tilled garden spot in the whole world than this leaky, springy little country.

Whenever a snowflake leaves the sky,It turns and turns to say "Good-by!Good-by, dear clouds, so cool and gray!"Then lightly travels on its way.

Luxuries unfit us for returning to hardships easily endured before.

Grandma told me all about it, Told me so I couldn't doubt it, How she danced, my grandma danced; long ago.

What a dreadful thing it must be to have a dull father.

But when a snowflake, brave and meek,Lights on a rosy maiden's cheek,It starts-"How warm and soft the day!""'T is summer!" and it melts away.

Life is a mystery as deep as ever death can be.

[On The Netherlands:] ... the entire country is a kind of saturated sponge.

I'm as true a Protestant, in sooth, as any fine lady that walks into church, but it's not wrong to turn sometimes to the good St. Nicholas.

She waits for me, my lady Earth, Smiles and waits and sighs; I'll say her nay, and hide away, Then take her by surprise.

But I believe that God is overheadAnd as life is to the living, so death is to the dead.

I know it will not happen in one day. I also know that it is definitely going to happen one day.

Never despise a seed

You are here having realized the necessity of contending with yourself

I hope the perception is that I'm an actor, I never intended to be a movie star.

[Globalization] has enriched the world scientifically and culturally and benefited many people economically as well.

I usually read a script from an audience perspective first, and then look more closely at the character only.

Europe is being absolutely swamped and destroyed with the crime and the problems, and it could be some sinister plot.

The myth that holds that the great corporation is the puppet of the market, the powerless servant of the consumer, is, in fact one of the devices by which its power is perpetuated.

People misinterpret what I say all the time: They think I'm being offensive, when really, I'm only being opinionated.

Tell this imprisoned soul that it will never be owned. Nothing will ever own you. But God.