There is music in all things, if men had ears.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.

The heart will break, but broken live on.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.

And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

You would not believe what skill, power and ability your total intelligence possesses until you lose your balance.

Don’t pack up your camera until you’ve left the location.

May every one of us believe Him better, and have greater thoughts of Him, and never let us be guilty henceforth of confining, as it were, within iron bonds the limitless One of Israel.

Rulers who want to unleash war know very well that they must procure or invent a first victim.

I hope to start enjoying flirting again when I'm 70, like my mother did.

My doctor asked me how many golf balls I had hit in my career. I'm lying there in bed calculating somewhere between four and five million golf balls I had hit to do that on my body.

Sweden is a small country, and a Swedish writer can barely make a living as an author. We were able to quit our jobs as journalists only after we had been translated into, among others, German.

The nurses were all angels in my eyes.

Marvelous as may be the power of my dog to understand my moods, deathless as his affection and fidelity, his mental state is as unsolved a mystery to me as it was to my remotest ancestor.

Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and most stillest night, with all appliances and means to boot, deny it to a king?