The heart is its own Fate.

The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!

What are ye orbs? The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?

There is no surer mark of the absence of the highest moral and intellectual qualities than a cold reception of excellence.

For ivy climbs the crumbling hall To decorate decay.

Respect is what we owe; love, what we give.

Surely the stars are images of love.

Art is a man's nature; nature is God's art.

Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade.

Death, thou art infinite; it is life is little.

Let each man think himself an act of God, His mind a thought, his life a breath of God; And let each try, by great thoughts and good deeds, To show the most of Heaven he hath in him.

There is something of the ghoul in the page-swallower and of the novel-reader in the stroller through cemeteries.

Think that today is the best day of your life and, with love and kindness, change yourself to begin the first day of the rest of your existing life.

What is a monster? Something that grows hair all over and howls? Could be. But the real monster is within, and when it comes out, it’s as fugly as you see it, or as it lets you see it.

After 40 (old age for most of man's history), one should strive to be more or less packed and ready to go were the end call to come.

There is nothing impossible in all the world except that the heart of man is wanting in resolution.

When a man once gets a start holding office, it is nearly always necessary to finally choke him off.

I would like to make a film to tell children "it's good to be alive".

It's so hard and impossible to shoot in L.A. The costs are astronomical.

And whilst he may not claim superiority by reason of learning, I myself must not withold that meed of homage that learning, wherever it resides, always commands.

This man [Chesterfield], I thought, had been a Lord among wits; but I find he is only a wit among Lords.