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Robert Greene Quotes - Page 7

Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; No frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power, But by her breath her beauties to renew.

Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; No frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power, But by her breath her beauties to renew.

Robert Greene, Christopher Marlowe, Ben Jonson (188?). “The poems of Robert Greene, Christopher Marlowe, and Ben Johnson”

Twere sin to stain fair Venus' courts with blood

Robert Greene (1963). “Friar Bacon and Friar Bungay”, p.49, U of Nebraska Press

I also make movies that can be seen on a small screen, as I shoot on digital video. Hopefully they can be seen small and can live like that.

"Performance as Documentary: An Interview with Robert Greene (Web Exclusive)". Interview with Erik Luers, www.cineaste.com.

The time that leads to mastery is dependent on the intensity of our focus.

Robert Greene (2012). “Mastery”, p.254, Profile Books