Pastoral Resources

You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens and crowned with the stars.

Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.

Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs.

Living in Dallas, I root for the Mavericks and the Stars and the Cowboys, but I've always pulled for the Chicago Cubs. I enjoy watching them play.

I'm a bit of a P. T. Barnum. I make stars out of everyone.

Those are the same stars, and that is the same moon, that look down upon your brothers and sisters, and which they see as they look up to them, though they are ever so far away from us, and each other.

Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.

We sit in the mud... and reach for the stars.

You think of stars as ambitious or aggressive or self-oriented.

Sure, my childhood was unusual. All these eccentric, wild people frequented our home: rock stars, drag queens, models, bikers, freaks. But I was not this little rich girl. My mom and I lived in an apartment.

In September, I left the show. We were going through discussions and negotiations, and I had been on the show for about 11 years, and there were some things that I was asking for that I didn't feel were the moon or the stars.

I'm a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds.

I mean, I've sold all these scripts and nothing's been made. Studios have closed, stars have died. I had a director find Jesus. And the pictures just don't get made.

The stars are matter, we're matter, but it doesn't matter.

When I introduced a black soldier, Lt. Flap, in 1971, the Stars and Stripes banned the strip. They were having racial problems and thought it would increase the tensions.

I was kicked out of The Stars And Stripes twice, and finally got back in.

In the days of Gary Cooper, James Stewart etc, film stars personified the better aspects of human nature.

If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I'll bet they'd live a lot differently.

Things are as they are. Looking out into it the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.

We are merely the stars tennis-balls, struck and bandied which way please them.