But times do change and move continually.

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.

If we're going to change leadership, we need to do it in a very systematic and organized way.

Even Stravinsky does not evoke the same public affection as Verdi.

Take heed of the wrath of a mighty man, and the tumult of the people.

Oppressed persons, oppressed cultures, tend to be more political, obviously, as are those with a rage for justice, or the crazy messianic desire.

And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.

I have the feeling I’ve been— unpleasant.

If you don't execute your ideas, they die.

Islam is not an excuse for thwarting democracy.

Our culture's obsession with vintage objects has rendered us unable to separate history from nostalgia. People want heart. They want a chaser of emotion with their aesthetics.

What we all tend to complain about most in other people are those things we don't like about ourselves.