Henry Austin Dobson

Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go.

What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!

I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet.

You teach your daughters the diameters of the planets and wonder when you are done that they do not delight in your company.

The blessing that this film business has given me is that when I walk into a school I automatically have everyone's attention. They want to hear what the guy from 'Con Air' and 'Desperado' has to say.

I hate to fly. I'm deathly afraid of it.