So many worlds so much to do So little done such things to be.

'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

The white flower of a blameless life.

Theirs not to make reply Theirs not to reason why Theirs but to do and die.

Ring out the old ring in the new Ring happy bells across the snow.

The old order changeth yielding place to new.

God's finger touched him and he slept.

Sunset and evening star And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

I was born to other things.

There lives more faith in honest doubt Believe me than in half the creeds

Not once or twice in our rough island story The path of duty was the way to glory.

It's odd how fast a beautiful woman can turn a guy's mind into lint storage. Just by being a beautiful woman.

I am the one constant obstacle to my own momentum.

Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths.

We smoked the way other American families would have wine with dinner. For us, it was our sacrament. It was something that made a great life sweeter in every possible way.

All his leisure clothes were absurd - jokes, really - as though leisure itself had to be ridiculed.

Oppression is the essence of power.

A little work, a little sleep, a little love and it's all over.

I remember thinking that I'd way rather give my parents my money, and not have to like have them go to work anymore, you know what I mean. Because I'd way rather spend more time with them.

All excellence is equally difficult.