The oldOld winds that blewWhen chaos was, what doThey tell the clattered trees that IShould weep?

My object to venture the suggestion that an important application of phonetics to metrical problems lies in the study of phonetic word-structure.

Listen ... With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break free from the trees And fall.

These be Three silent things: The Falling snow. . . the hour Before the dawn. . . the mouth of one Just dead.

Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly... Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!

I knowNot these my handsAnd yet I think there wasA woman like me once had handsLike these.

Pain ebbs, And like cool balm, An opiate weariness Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed Pale wrists.

If itWere lighter touchThan petal of flower restingOn grass, oh still too heavy it were, Too heavy!

Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, -mocking And sweet.

Is it as plainly in our living shown, By which way the wind hath blown?

The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?

On the way toward success, obstacles are the barrier to build the power of the mind.

All my serving utensils are measured. It's not obvious, because they're really beautiful, but I have the option of tracking what I'm eating. That helps me be smart about it.

But it struck him that people are not really dead until they are felt to be dead. As long as there is some misunderstanding about them, they possess a sort of immortality.

Not only will America go to your country and kill all your people. But they'll come back 20 years later and make a movie about how killing your people made their soldiers feel sad.

The greatest of men, they don't get too big to cry. They just loose faith in love and life.

A man may twist as he pleases, and do what he pleases, but he inevitably comes back to the track to which nature has destined him.

I really feel like a regular dude who happens to be incredibly lucky.

Success is doing the right thing for who you are.

Directors are not worried about casting beautiful women, but they are not sure that they want to cast great-looking men. My looks have prevented people from seeing my work objectively.

That's what I am. I warn people. Whenever I see and I feel things in my heart, I speak it.