I am writing to please myself, though there is a feeling in some place in my head that this may be publishable. I haven't been writing for nothing. — Richard Burton Copy Share Image
My sister Edith died at the age of 43. She was the youngest sister and the funniest. I had to harrumph and snort a… — Richard Burton Copy Share
A man that hoards up riches and enjoys them not, is like an ass that carries gold and eats thistles. — Richard Burton Copy Share
The only nice poets I've ever met were bad poets, and a bad poet is not a poet at all - ergo, I've never… — Richard Burton Copy Share
If I had a chance for another life, I would certainly choose a better complexion. — Richard Burton Copy Share
You reach the top of the heap, but it's a circle, and you slip on the down side, maybe for years. You get scared. — Richard Burton Copy Share
I grew up among heroes who went down the pit, who played rugby, told stories, sang songs of war. — Richard Burton Copy Share
One of the gladdest moments of human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty… — Richard Burton Copy Share
I am as dispassionate as it is possible for a human being to be and not be a machine. — Richard Burton Copy Share
Sometimes I am so much my father's son that I give myself occasional creeps. — Richard Burton Copy Share
How do you live with one person for 13 years and another for eight and find both as alien as strangers? — Richard Burton Copy Share
How strange are the tricks of memory, which, often hazy as a dream about the most important events of a man's life, religiously preserve… — Richard Burton Copy Share
