He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.
It does not follow that the meaning must be given from above; that life and suffering must come neatly labeled; that nothing is worth while if the world is not governed by a purpose.
There is a law that man should love his neighbor as himself. In a few hundred years it should be as natural to mankind as breathing or the upright gait; but if he does not learn it he must perish.
Passionate love, I take it, rarely lasts long, and is very troublesome while it does last. Mutual esteem is very much more valuable.
People in Latin America... love America from afar and emulate America in some ways but also hate a lot of things that America does to them.
Chris Matthews can't start any sentence without 'Let me ask you this... ' And I love Chris Matthews! But almost everybody in journalism does it. Who's stopping you? Just say it!
The compelled mother loves her child as the caged bird sings. The song does not justify the cage nor the love the enforcement.
At the end of the day, you know, love does not happen between two perfect people as much as we would wish.
I love such mirth as does not make friends ashamed to look upon one another next morning.
In how many lives does love really play a dominant part? The average taxpayer is no more capable of a 'grand passion' than of a grand opera.
Does it matter if the whole world is standing against you, if God is already on your side, guiding and protecting you?
Yeah, the New York Times is very intellectual and very, very prestigious, but it doesn't reach the market that People magazine does.
One does not expect to be comfortable in prison. As a matter of fact, one's mental suffering is so much greater than any common physical distress that the latter is almost forgotten.
Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade, And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
Genius is of small use to a woman who does not know how to do her hair.
A fanatic is a man that does what he thinks the Lord would do if He knew the facts of the case.
Žižek seems to have got Hitchcock out of his system, if not out of his unconscious—one never does that.
Then, in that hour of deliverance, my heart spoke. Does not such a country, and such defenders of their country, deserve a song?
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
The final test of a painting, theirs, mine, any other, is: does the painter's emotions come across?
Every church is a stone on the grave of a god-man: it does not want him to rise up again under any circumstances.
