You can't do magic with books unless they're very special copies.
You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.
A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility.
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.
Here lies one whose name was writ in water.
Life is but a day: A fragile dewdrop on its perilious way From a tree's summit
I think, through comedy, sometimes we're allowed to discuss things that you'd never be able to talk about in a drama.
Pay attention to the voice within. . . . Sometimes the voice of your conscience gets drowned out by crowd noise or by the pep rally of temptations. And your mind may put some selfish spin on the ball, rationalizing that it's okay to veer away from the ethical route. When we run into conflicts between ethical "shoulds" and our selfish "wants," we all argure out ways to con our conscience. But take pains to listen, because it has your best interests at heart.
What is interesting and important happens mostly in secret, in places where there is no power.
Why should I question the monkey when I can question the organ grinder.