Yet, when the city sleeps; When all the cries are still: The stars and heavenly deeps Work out a perfect will.

While death and darkness girdle me I grope for immortality.

Sombre and rich, the skies; Great glooms, and starry plains. Gently the night wind sighs; Else a vast silence reigns.

Yeats, you need ten years in the library, but I have need of ten years in the wilderness.

My poetic aspirationIs to become, A Jack of all stylesAnd a master of pun.

Love has no limits, which is why we fall impulsively into the depths of our feelings.

I was raised vegan. My mom would always make quinoa with squash and kale, hippie stuff like that. Now I eat meat, but I try to be conscious about where it's coming from.

Often your utterances and expressions of your face leak out the secrets of your hidden thoughts.

A Protestant, if he wants aid or advice on any matter, can only go to his solicitor.

There was something, which was the turning point: I felt very strongly that women were sexualized, and perceived like they are sexual in every move, and it started off really early.

I love acting, and I'm not going to determine what I do based on what I fear other people might think. I do what I want to do.

The thing that I'm always left with is this overwhelming desire for people to be rooted and the only way that they feel rooted is through another person.

During Lent, let us find concrete ways to overcome our indifference.

What an argument in favor of social connections is the observation that by communicating our grief we have less, and by communicating our pleasure we have more.