“These be Three silent things: The Falling snow. . . the hour Before the dawn. . . the mouth of one Just dead.”

My object to venture the suggestion that an important application of phonetics to metrical problems lies in the study of phonetic word-structure.

Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!

Great lands stretching endlessly…

Sun and wind and beat of sea

Listen … With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts

The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break free from the trees And fall.

I’m very analytical about the industry and I understand that there are value systems, and all sorts of things like that.

The motion picture is the people’s Art.

She was surrounded by neighbours and friends who congregated at her bedside day and night.

I guess I’m a pretty curious person.

Or the track of the band as low as they like it, you can really hear all of the nuances and the mistakes if there are any.

I really see no other solution than to turn inwards and to root out all the rottenness there. I no longer believe that we can change anything in the world until we first change ourselves. And that seems to me the only lesson to be learned.

We are only midway through the central verse of our youth when we see ourselves begin to blacken. … We had been seduced into thinking that we were immortal and suddenly the affair is over.

Nobody wants to watch perfect people.