The church bells toll a melancholy round,
Calling the people to some other prayers,
Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares,
More harkening to the sermon's horrid sound.
Surely the mind of man is closely bound
In some blind spell: seeing that each one tears
Himself from fireside joys and Lydian airs,
And converse high of those with glory crowned.
Still, still they toll, and I should feel a damp,
A chill as from a tomb, did I not know
That they are dying like an outburnt lamp, -
That 'tis their sighing, wailing, ere they go
Into ...
"Because time itself is like a spiral, something special happens on your birthday each year: The same energy that God invested in you at birth is present once again."
- Menachem Mendel Schneerson
"Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children."
- George Bernard Shaw
"When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not; but my faculties are decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened. It is sad ...
"A good film is when the price of the dinner, the theatre admission and the babysitter were worth it. "
- Alfred Hitchcock
"I've spent several years in Hollywood, and I still think the movie heroes are in the audience."
- Wilson Mizner
"What puzzles most of us are the things which have been left in the movies rather than the things which have been taken out."
- Agnes Repplier ...