A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine.

The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.

Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.

She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.

So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.

I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.

Thankfulness is the tune of angels.

All for love, and nothing for reward.

Be bold, and everywhere be bold.

For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.

Sometimes it takes heartache to put you on the path toward making your heart full.

I have never been drunk but I've often been overserved.

Never in my wildest dreams did I entertain the idea that I would become a fashion designer.

Reform is like morning glories; they look great early in the day and then they disappear.

There were creative-writin g teachers long before there were creative-writin g courses, and they were called and continue to be called editors.

Publishing a book is like stuffing a note into a bottle and hurling it into the sea.

when you can't see straight ahead, it's because you're about to turn a corner.

Live without expectations and there will be no frustration.

There's danger in glorifying negative emotions as fuel for art.

When I'm at my grandparents', I know I literally have to do nothing but relax, enjoy myself, and enjoy my family members' company.