As lines, so loves oblique, may well Themselves in every angle greet; But ours, so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet.

But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.

Therefore the love which us doth bind, But fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.

Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.

Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.

Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.

The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.

Art indeed is long, but life is short.

The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.

And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time.

I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.

The toughness of any journey means absolutely nothing to a mind that travels with the spirit of perseverance.

Everything should be end with happiness.

That's not FOR REAL.

We expect more of ourselves than we have any right to.

I hold the world speed record downhill, in a Rover. I think it was 17 kilometers per hour, downhill.

Regardless of anything, my dad wants me to "get that piece of paper!" - degree over everything.

I think that Rodney Stark studies of new religious movements in the modern world give us some insights into the kinds of questions that we can ask about early Christianity.

You can't feel sorry for a scene. If the movie works without the scene, then you don't need the scene.

In short, if we wish to see anything sensible done about the situation, we will clearly have to do it ourselves.

Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.