"What is obscenity? And to whom?"

"My own experience is that a certain kind of genius among students is best brought out in bed."

"Concentrate on what you want to say to yourself and your friends. Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness. You say what you want to say when you don't care who's listening."

"Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness."

I feel that if God had really wanted us to have enough oil, he would never have given us a Department of Energy.

A compliment is verbal sunshine.

I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend...

Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep...

Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained. Darkness, Once Gazed Upon, Can Never Be Lost.

Still paying, still to owe. Eternal woe!

“Do you realize what would happen if Moses were alive today? He'd go up to Mount Sinai, come back with the Ten Commandments, and spend the next eight years trying to get published.”

“Every morning I get up and look through the Forbes list of the richest people in America. If I’m not there, I go to work.”

“Most people want to be delivered from temptation but would like it to keep in touch.”

“A graduation ceremony is an event where the commencement speaker tells thousands of students dressed in identical caps and gowns that "individuality" is the key to success.”

And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.

Not once or twice in our fair island-story, The path of duty was the way to glory.

But such a tide as moving seems asleep, too full for sound or foam, when that which drew from out the boundless deep turns again home.

But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!

And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.

She saw the snowy poles of moonless Mars, That marvellous round of milky light Below Orion, and those double stars Whereof the one more bright Is circled by the other

Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.

Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last -- far off -- at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.

“I never thought I’d land in pictures with a face like mine.”

“I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel.”