“Ah, when shall all men’s good Be each man’s rule, and universal peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro’ all the circle of the golden year?”

Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.

In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.

As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.

A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’.

I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.

Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.

A louse in the locks of literature.

He makes no friend who never made a foe.

Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.

Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.

Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.

The old order changes yielding place to new.

And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.

It is the human things that make life good, the unexpected kindness, the friendly note, the bracing word, the neighbour’s extra loaf of bread she leaves at our back door.

In an average moral universal society, good people will try to do the right thing, and psychotic people will do wicked things. But if you want to make good people do wicked things, you need them to be religious.

My intention is never to hurt anybody. I’m happy when people are having a good time.

They were actually really nice to me [in Fast 8]. We had BBQs every day on set. We had a lot of laughs and a lot of good times.

Having played with other musicians, I don’t even think The Beatles were that good.

Summer means happy times and good sunshine. It means going to the beach, going to Disneyland, having fun.

The good befriend themselves.

I used to be a good story writer. I could make up a story with like, eight people in it and tell you where they all lived, what color their houses are.