All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.

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.

To reform the world - means to reform upbringing...

The death drive is parasitic. It runs off of other drives, leeching off of them.

Looking back now at my first World Cup experience, I didn't know what was going on. I was a newbie and I had no idea what to expect.

This is still a dangerous world. It's a world of madmen and uncertainty and potential mental losses.

Nothing bears out in practice what it promises incipiently.

I sit and talk to God, and he just laughs at my plans.

See that's what people don't get about food. It's never the food, it's the love that goes into making it. That's what's important.

For I'll keep my humanity, though I did not keep my promises. ... and Love shall not be wrested from my veins.

God did not rescue me out of the pain, He rescued me through the pain!

When I look back at high school, or college, or when I was getting married, it's the girlfriends I had then that give substance and joy to that point in my life.