What we ask of him is, that he should find out for us more than we can find out for ourselves... He must have the passion of a lover.

A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.

The desert of virginity Aches in the hotness of her mouth.

My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.

The clamours of spring are the same old delicate noises, The earth renews its magical youth at a breath.

Vaguely conscious of that great suspense in which we live, we find our escape from its sterile, annihilating reality in many dreams, in religion, passion, art.

As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.

The wind is rising on the sea,The windy white foam-dancers leap;And the sea moans uneasily,And turns to sleep, and cannot sleep.

The English mist is always at work like a subtle painter, and London is a vast canvas prepared for the mist to work on.

To have loved, to have been made happy thus, / What better fate has life in store for us?

I had my dreams of Venice, but nothing that I had dreamed was as impossible as what I found.

Wonder is the heaviest element on the periodic table. Even a tiny fleck of it stops time.

Tourism has affected Cuba, because tourists come and they bring racist, sexist ideas. They bring a whole vision that there are rich people all over the world and that's the way it should be.

I sound like an Englishman impersonating an American impersonating an Englishman.

I think it's cool to come out of somewhere where you're being pushed into this mold and then you figure out in that who you are.

The ideas aren't that important. Really they aren't. Everyone's got an idea for a book, a movie, a story, a TV series.

It is not a matter of life and death. It is not that important. But it is a reflection of life, and so the game is an enigma wrapped in a mystery impaled on a conundrum.

It doesn't matter matter how many yards you ran for last year. You've got to do it again.

So keep your chin up, boy, forget the pain. I know you'll make it, if you try again. There's no use in quitting, when the world is waiting for you.

The same fire that cooks a meal for us may burn a child, and it is no fault of the fire if it does so; the difference lies in the way in which it is used.

Ecclesiasticism in science is only unfaithfulness to truth