One can return to their place of birth, but one cannot go back to your youth.

The smallest deed is better than the greatest intention.

A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.

For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no paper currency, no promises to pay, but the gold of real service.

How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.

I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.

I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.

To learn something new, take the path that you took yesterday.

One resolution I have made, and try always to keep, is this: ‘To rise above little things’.

The longer I live, the more my mind dwells upon the beauty and the wonder of the world.

In winter the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity.

You want me to paint you?’ Genna spoke up raising an eyebrow of displeasure.‘All of me.’ James bowed his head to Genevieve and whispered the words slowly.

It is a good thing to know what it is to be poor, and a better thing if you can do it in company.

I remember three years ago looking into the entrance pool of Julia’s stately domus and finding I was beautiful.

Poetry the eldest sister of all arts and parent of most.

Same with the Coen brothers and Warren [Beatty]. And then slowly you get to know each one of them as a person, and that becomes a kind of separate entity, where you just know the human being.

Illustrators are usually illustrating something big or commercial if not outright advertising. It's a form of prostitution, but that's cool because we don't have any moral hang-up about it.

I'm a man for whom the outside world is an inner Reality.

Some men are born committed to action: they do not have a choice, they have been thrown on a path, at the end of that path, an act awaits them, their act.

It doesn't really matter what "genre" your book is. What matters is that it's a good book of its kind. Whatever that kind may be.

I’d seen him fight before, but it never got old. He was captivating. He never stopped moving. Every action was graceful and lethal. He was a dancer of death.