even The bed of love, that in the imagination Had seemed to be the giver of all peace, Is no more than a wine-cup in the tasting, And as soon finished.

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.

There is another world, but it is in this one.

Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.

The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.

One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

Let us be like the moon with love and beauty.Let us follow the night to love the tranquility and serenity.

what was there when nothing began, what will be there when everything ends?

Believe in Eternity, believe in childhood, believe that the beauty of innocence lives on and on and on. I know it does.

How can you possibly reconcile the great inequities of gender – coupled with the perversions of age and the randomness of everything?

I'm happy to sacrifice a big pay cheque for my happiness, if that's not too corny a thing to say. It's probably more naive than mature to say that, maybe, but that's how I feel.

It's a simple formula for me now, I don't play any song I don't want to play.

The more you have loved and have allowed yourself to suffer because of your love, the more you will be able to let your heart grow wider and deeper.

When good Americans die they go to Paris.

Now love's the only thing that's free /We must take it where it's found /Pretty soon it may be costly

I've been an audience member for friends in plays that I don't enjoy and I have to lie to their faces. It's just part of that lifestyle unfortunately, especially in New York.