Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.
One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.
How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!. . . Midway from nothing to the Deity!
Too low they build who build below the skies.
Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.
Don't drink the water and don't breathe the air!
I don't need to know where the green is. Where is the golf course?
We forfeit the right to worship God as long as we continue to humiliate negroes. . . . The hour calls for moral grandeur and spiritual audacity.
Usually I design the lighting and when I have the physical set there, I'm not good at going out loosely and saying, 'Do you what you want, give it to the editor, and he'll figure it out. ' I physically then walk on with the actors and I say, 'Let's walk until you guys feel the space works for you, and tell me when all that happens.