But he who loveliness within Hath found, all outward loathes, For he who color loves, and skin, Loves but their oldest clothes.

No Spring nor Summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one Autumnal face.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?

Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, angels affect us oft, and worshiped be.

What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.

The moon had never been as bright as the shine it was granting the sky with, committing every moment until sunrise.

We cannot bring peace in our city, when there is no peace in our homes.

When you talk to a human in 2035, you'll be talking to someone that's a combination of biological and non-biological intelligence.

When we dream with the courage of our soul, we dream sacred dreams - fresh, creative, and able to infuse us with passion and courage to act.

I think the Grammy is like the award, you know.

The Total Onboarding Program - An Integrated Approach To Recruiting, Hiring and Accelerating Talent.

Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid

I see the artist as a participant, a co-producer of reality. I do not see the artist as a person who sits at a distance and evaluates.

The Sacraments are the salvation of those who use them rightly, and the damnation of those who misuse them.

I thought he wanted it, anyway," I say. "Not like this," Haymitch says. "He wanted it to be real.