Writers do not find subjects; subjects find them.
Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doom.
How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!. . . Midway from nothing to the Deity!
Too low they build who build below the skies.
Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.
Etgar means "challenge. " And my family name is Keret, which means "urban. " So my name is "urban challenge. " My joke is, it's a good description of a birth but a strange name for a human being.
In L. A. , it's very easy to be healthy, because everybody there is so health conscious that no matter where you go, everybody is exercising or eating very healthy, and they have a lot of farmers markets. The problem is when you go on location or I go home to Wisconsin. That's where it gets difficult.
There is nothing of which we are apt to be so lavish as of time, and about which we ought to be more solicitous; since without it we can do nothing in this world.
Sometimes you have to forget what's gone, appreciate what still remains, and look forward to what's coming next.