Builders, raise the ceiling high, Raise the dome into the sky, Hear the wedding song! For the happy groom is near, Tall as Mars, and statelier, Hear the wedding song!

You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us

Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.

What cannot be said will be wept.

Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us

Whatever one loves most is beautiful.

Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.

Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.

All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.

Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees

How you choose to live is one of the best indicators of the future you will have.

Belief traps or frees us.

Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress.

If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose one of us to save, He says he'd save me.

Finding understanding of the human condition is what rehabilitates and transforms the human race

The heart and the almanac never agree about time.

Given the choice between a Republican and someone who acts like a Republican, people will vote for the real Republican all the time

What I think is really interesting is to look at the culture of disruption and of world-changing in terms of what [Buckminster] Fuller was doing and to draw the contrast more than the similarity.

It doesn't make any sense. If the SIM are policemen, secret or not, shouldn't we trust them instead of being afraid of them?

This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.