Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully.

For strange effects and extraordinary combinations we must go to life itself which is always far more daring than any effort of the imagination.

I think that different pleasures work for different readers - a friend of mine won't read anything that's not a cardiovascular sort of page-turner. I tend to care less about plot but I'm a sucker for humor and strangeness.

Great men are rarely isolated mountain peaks they are the summits of ranges.

What a strange world this would be if we all had the same sense of humor.

I'm not afraid to call a wine that tastes like Skittles or green peppers mixed with orange marmalade. I'll say 'It tastes like chicken.' I mean that's not what people think of when they think of wine but that's what it tastes like to me and it hits home.

I got a scholarship to Seattle University and I was writing arrangements for singers and everybody. But the music course was too dry and I really wanted to get away from home.

The thing is I have a zillion apps and I'm always looking for the perfect arrangement for them so scrambling my home screen is part of that eternal quest.

If you go away on location for three months and your wife stays at home you've made a whole new load of friends and she's made a whole new load of friends and you get home and you're kind of strangers.

For target shooting that's okay. Get a license and go to the range. For defense of the home that's why we have police departments.

Oh my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low I'm at home and at ease on a track that I know not And restless and lost on a road that I know.

Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough and more. It turns denial into acceptance chaos to order confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast a house into a home a stranger into a friend.

There is a widespread difficulty in the Muslim world which has to do with how the people are taught about examining their own history. A whole range of stuff has been placed off limits.

A strange thing is memory and hope one looks backward and the other forward one is of today the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain memory is a painter it paints pictures of the past and of the day.

Strangers are exciting their mystery never ends. But there's nothing like looking at your own history in the faces of your friends.

Rome - the city of visible history where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.

There are a range of associated impacts related to increasing temperatures which affect both evaporation rates and river systems which are already over stressed and these will hit farming communities and the health of crop lands.

I have health. I have a wonderful support system. I have the admiration of millions of strangers which I do not underestimate.

I can only point out a curious fact. Year after year the Nobel Awards bring a moment of happiness not only to the recipients not only to colleagues and friends of the recipients but even to strangers.

By mere burial man arrives not at bliss and in the future life throughout its whole infinite range they will seek for happiness as vainly as they sought it here who seek it in aught else than that which so closely surrounds them here - the Infinite.

No human being can really understand another and no one can arrange another's happiness.

One mustn't ask apple trees for oranges France for sun women for love life for happiness.

Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.

Happiness grows at our own firesides and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.