The heaven of poetry and romance still lies around us and within us.

Softly the evening came /with the sunset/.

A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.

Into each life some rain must fall.

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea

It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

It has the elegance of a sword The might of a shield, How you chose to fight or yieldIts your to wield.Identify your mind.Poem: The Beautiful Mindin ‘Chameleon Lights

Great souls, Great stories.

I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings.

Great nations do not succumb through lost wars, but rather through racial decay and the destruction of their internal order.

Id love to work with the people who really got the film industry going again through the 70s: Peter Weir, Bruce Beresford, Gillian Armstrong, Fred Schepisi.

To me, the media in New York and LA have always missed the essence of this country.

We are only now on the threshold of knowing the range of the educability of man-the perfectibility of man. We have never addressed ourselves to this problem before.

In order to achieve optimal economic growth, Congress must adhere to sane spending guidelines while promoting smart policies devoted to growing businesses and creating jobs.

I demand perfection in what I do, and I practice very hard before I give a concert-sometimes three to six hours a day.

Can storied urn, or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death?