“Escape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you.”

The best way to excape his ire Is, not to seem too happy.

He who did well in war just earns the right, To begin doing well in peace.

Aspire, break bounds. Endeavor to be good, and better still, best.

T’was a thief said the last kind word to Christ. Christ took the kindness and forgave the theft.

Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ’s particular love’s sake!

When is man strong until he feels alone?

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

I judge people by what they might be, – not are, nor will be.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

God is in his Heaven, all’s right with the world.

The moment eternal – just that and no more – When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.

No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man’s worth something.

Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.

Cinema in India is like brushing your teeth in the morning. You can’t escape it.

When I walk through that gate to the court, that’s my escape. I block out everything, good and bad.

Music is the love of my life. It’s a total escape from reality. Music transports you to another place, someplace unexpected and meaningful.

I rarely let the word NO escape from my mouth, because it is so plain to my soul that God has shouted, Yes! Yes! Yes! To every luminous movement in existence.

We cannot escape the clear fact that what is going to win in this world is reason, if this ever becomes a reasonable world.

He who lives upon the fruit of his own labor, escapes the contempt of haughty benefactors.

However energetically society in general may strive to make all the citizens equal and alike, the personal pride of each individual will always make him try to escape from the common level, and he will form some inequality somewhere to his own profit.

All art is propaganda. It is universally and inescabably propaganda; sometimes unconsciously, but often deliberately, propaganda.