I don't know where my road is going, but I know that I walk better when I hold your hand.
What a frightful weapon is human thought! It is our defense and our safeguard, the most precious gift that God has made us. It is ours and it obeys us; we may launch it forth into space, but, once outside of our feeble brains, it is gone; we can no longer control it.
Know that there is often hidden in us a dormant poet, always young and alive.
Great artists have no country.
Things they don't understand always cause a sensation among the English.
In my flowery dreams there's always you. I do not regret it one bit.