Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.

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.

You know I love to spend my mornings, like sunlight dancing on your skin

never put all the good people in one plane, ship, train .....

He is not a bad fellow, though an absolute imbecile in his profession. He has one positive virtue. He is as brave as a bulldog and as tenacious as a lobster if he gets his claws upon anyone.

Pride ... is the direct appreciation of oneself.

Love is a flame that burns everything other than itself. It is the destruction of all that is false and the fulfillment of all that is true.

The nicest thing about coaching is that one day you feel like you can play handball against a curb, and on other days you feel like you can fly to the moon.

Being nervous isn't always the worst thing for me.

There are two kinds of fascists: fascists and anti-fascists.

Here's my rule about shoes, buy them.

[Diversity] is the future. You can't stop it. It's going where it's going, so I choose to be with the future.