. . . you may think I waste my breath Pretending that there can be passion That has more life in it than death

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.

Be not sick too late, nor well too soon

Experience teaches you that the man who looks you straight in the eye, particularly if he adds a firm handshake, is hiding something.

One day, when I own a house, I'll keep a library full of books. Books are different from other possessions-they're more like friends.

Having talent isn't merely about being competent; confidence is actually a part of that talent.

Nature has no human inhabitant who appreciates her.

Technological advances could allow us to see more clearly into our own lives.

The great teachers fill you up with hope and shower you with a thousand reasons to embrace all aspects of life.

More than any other colour, red is loaded for action.

How do we know imagination isn't just a different way of knowing something? A message from outside.