Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper what their roots had found.(“A Dream of Fear”)

And fragile is thy tenure of this worldStill haunted by the monstrous ghost of God.("To Science")

And starward drifts the stricken world, Lone in unalterable gloomDead, with a universe for tomb, Dark, and to vaster darkness whirled.(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

The candle glimmers but an hour. The nightLooms in its ancient hunger. Would you knowThe tragedy of human love and need?Gaze on the stars, then on a brother's face!

Be sure that head and heart were laidIn wisdom down, content to die.Be sure he faced the Starless SkyUnduped, unmurmuring, unafraid.(“The Passing of Bierce”)

As a breath on glass, -As witch-fires that burn, The gods and monsters pass, Are dust, and return.(“The Face of the Skies”)

O Space and Time and stars at strife, How dreadful your infinity!Shrined by your termless trinity, How strange, how terrible, is life!(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

The pathway traced with blood and tears, and dust of all our father's dead, Whose backward footsteps, wandering, red, Fade to the mist of nameless years.(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

A little while, their hunger unfulfilled, The mothlike worlds flit 'round the guttering sun.("Ephemera")

Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm?(“The Young Witch”)

What silence rules the ghostly hoursThat guard the close of human sleep!(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

No matter how long you train someone to be brave, you never know if they are or not until something real happens.

It is better to sit alone than in company with the bad

This cures everything except stupidity, which is an epidemic on the rise.

I think that the best television now is giving you a three-act experience.

It took a lot to get attention in my family. No wonder I'm an actress.

The Eva Longoria who worked at Wendy's flipping burgers - she needed a tax break.

I feel like with acting it's not like you make a choice - it's kind of in you and you have to do it or you wouldn't be able to survive.

It didn't take long to recognise the shortcomings of the Soviet regime and to see the values of the free world.

I've always been inspired by Don Quixote as a role model of sorts, of the power of books to sort of make you insane in maybe a beautiful way.

[Could you show us how Lana Del Rey dances in a club?] That would be illegal.