I used to think as I looked out on the Hollywood night, "There must be thousands of girls sitting alone like me, dreaming of becoming a movie star. But I'm not going to worry about them. I'm dreaming the hardest.

Mr. Keating: Carpe Diem! Sieze the day!

Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.

Like the greatest virtue and the worst dogs, the fiercest hatred is silent.

The dew of compassion is a tear.

Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love and to work and to play and to look up at the stars.

Then rush'd to meet the insulting foe; They took the spear, but left the shield.

Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold. These laid the world away: poured out the red Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene That men call age, and those who would have been Their sons, they gave their immortality.

Great minds have purposes, others have wishes.

The coast was clear.

The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way!

A timid question will always receive a confident answer.

Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.

Fortunes made in no time are like shirts made in no time; it's ten to one if they hang long together.

A film is -- or should be -- more like music than like fiction. It should be a progression of moods and feelings.

Contentions fierce, Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.

I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use.

Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth, nor blest abode But the hope, the burning hope, and the road, the lonely road. Not for us are content, and quiet, and peace of mind, For we go seeking cities that we shall never find.

God, to redeem us at the deepest portion of our nature -- the urge to love and be loved -- must reveal His nature in an incredible and impossible way. He must reveal it at a cross. At the cross God wrapped his heart in flesh and blood and let it be nailed to the cross for our redemption.

Old age and sickness bring out the essential characteristics of a man.