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Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is.

Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!

Most wretched men

That orbèd maiden, with white fire laden,

He is a portion of the loveliness

A pardlike Spirit, beautiful and swift.

The trouble, Mr Goldwyn, is that you are only interested in art and I am only interested in money.

The younger generation is knocking at the door, and as I open it there steps spritely in the incomparable Max.

Take care to get what you like or you will be forced to like what you get.

Beauty is all very well at first sight; but who ever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?

Hell is full of musical amateurs: music is the brandy of the damned.

All great truths begin as blasphemies.

Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.

The Big Bow-Wow strain I can do myself like any now going; but the exquisite touch, which renders ordinary commonplace things and characters interesting, from the truth of the description and the sentiment, is denied to me.

The play-bill, which is said to have announced the tragedy of Hamlet, the character of the Prince of Denmark being left out.

If thou would’st view fair Melrose aright,

The song was wordless; the singing will never be done.

Just as the sweet-apple reddens on the high branch, high on the highest, and the apple-pickers missed it, or rather did not miss it out, but could not reach it.

Some say an army of cavalry or of infantry or a fleet of ships is the most beautiful thing on the black earth. But I say it is whatever one loves.

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.

Poetry is the achievement of the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Poetry is the achievement of the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

We haven’t got the money, so we’ve got to think!