Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath;/ We have drunken of things Lethean, and fed on the fullness of death

Heart's ease of pansy, pleasure or thought, Which would the picture give us of these? Surely the heart that conceived it sought Heart's ease.

Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.

Today will die tomorrow.

Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.

The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog.

A little soul scarce fledged for earth Takes wing with heaven again for goal, Even while we hailed as fresh from birth A little soul.

When the hounds of Spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain.

Love, as is told by the seers of old, Comes as a butterfly tipped with gold, Flutters and flies in sunlit skies, Weaving round hearts that were one time cold.

His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.

We learn and grow Always building on what we know

When ambition ends, happiness begins.

Garry Shandling was an actor's actor. He really cares about the performance. It was really interesting to watch him talk about motives and motivation and stuff. He really knows the craft.

Anyone who goes on the stage is a show-off, aren't they? Acting's weird.

Nature does not forgive.

You need to believe in your passion, no matter how stupid or insane that might make you look to the rest of the world.

Punk rock will never die, until something more dangerous replaces it.

I'm not interested in having an orchestra sound like itself. I want it to sound like the composer.

In our day there are no longer any ideas, or they are scarcer than hens' teeth.

I know of no manner of speaking so offensive as that of giving praise, and closing it with an exception.