We love in others what we lack ourselves, and would be everything but what we are.

Children are the keys of Paradise. They alone are good and wise, because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer.

Once, when the days were ages, And the old Earth was young, The high gods and the sages From Nature's golden pages Her open secrets wrung.

There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain: But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again.

Silence is the speech of love, The music of the spheres above.

A face at the window, a tap on the pane, who is it that wants me tonight in the rain?

Day is the Child of Time, And Day must cease to be: But Night is without a sire, And cannot expire, One with Eternity.

We grow like flowers, and bear desire, the odor of the human flowers.

There is no death. The thing that we call death Is but another, sadder name for life.

There is no hope the future will but turn the old sand in the falling glass of time.

Heaven is not gone, but we are blind with tears, Groping our way along the downward slope of Years!

Time plays tricks between here and home, " said Mogget sepulchrally, frightening the life out of the telephone operator.

Poverty is uncomfortable as I can testify: but nine times out of ten the best thing that can happen to a young man is to be tossed overboard and compelled to sink or swim for himself.

Social distance makes it all the easier to focus on small differences between groups and to put a negative spin on the ways of others and a positive spin on our own.

I'm a huge believer in learning anything from multiple points of view.

It's better to find a stunt person who can act. It's easier to do that than to find an actor who can do a stunt.

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With so much protection, wouldn't one be able to wander among the undead ranks, taunting them at will with no danger of repercussion?

He continued to be an infant long after he ceased to be a prodigy.

Some people seem born with a head in which the thin partition that divides great wit from folly is wanting.

I am a sucker for those old traditional places, and Rome is as good as it gets, particularly when you throw in Italian food.