Tinsel in February, tinsel in August. There are things in a man besides his reason.

True villains are extremely photogenic.

All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The imagination is one of the forces of nature.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

I do not know which to prefer - The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.

Ask not what your country can do for you

You kill by consent, every time you let something… pervert the balance when you have the power to stop it.

It was a simple truth he had understood for years, people hurt others when they are hurt, and hurting them back won't make a damn difference.

Wealth maketh many friends.

Gratitude is a burden, and every burden is made to be shaken off.

The mirrors in your mind can reflect the best of yourself, not the worst of someone else.

Whatever the issue, let freedom offer us a hundred choices, instead of having government force one answer on everyone.

I love the chill October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet.

Perhaps there is no agony worse than the tedium I experienced waiting for Something to Happen.

How do you keep the natives off the booze long enough to pass the test?