And when life's sweet fable ends, soul and body part like friends; no quarrels, murmurs, no delay; a kiss, a sigh, and so away.

Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers play, Yet long by the absence of the day.

Great little One! whose all-embracing birth Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth.

Two went to pray? Better to say one went to brag, the other to pray.

Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life; Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign, Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife, And so turns wine to water back again.

A pillow for thee will I bring,Stuffed with down of angel's wing.

Heaven's great artillery.

Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, And there be words not made with lungs.

Nothing speaks our grief so well as to speak nothing.

A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day.

Eyes that displace the neighbor diamond, and outface that sunshine by their own sweet grace.

I didn't know how bad I felt, until I felt good.

This is eternity, Antanasia, " he said, both warning and imploring. "Eternity.

There is probably nothing wrong with art for art's sake if we take the phrase seriously, and not take it to mean the kind of poetry written in England forty years ago.

The greatest mark of a father is how he treats his children when no one is looking.

All through life a man has need of a counsellor and guide.

In the beginning was the dog the real name of Jehovah is Rover. Adam's rib is buried in the garden

Touch-me-notism that disfigures the present day Hinduism is a morbid growth.

I never stole a joke in my life. I just find them before they're lost.

You've just had the most imponderable joy of watching charlieissocoollike, which makes you, like, cool.

I am not a person who can really sit around and think about regrets because with every bad experience that you have, there is weirdly something good that comes from it.