Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.

These violent delights have violent ends.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

Parting is such sweet sorrow

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

History, too, has a penchant for giving birth to itself over and over again, and those whom it appoints agents of change and progress do not always accept their destinies willingly.

With the touch of wisdom, comes the end of fears.

Jesus also function on the earth through the power of light. Light, illumination, knowledge, insight, understanding, wisdom. That is their real power on earth

A deep wound inside him began to heal. And he suddenly knew that being separated from this woman would only bring him a certain sadness.

What conclusion is to be drawn from this paradox so worthy of being born in our time

Only by avoiding the beginning of things can we escape their end.

Do it now and avoid the June rush! Fear death by water!

Nothing makes me happier than writing a song that I think is good or that I want to play. Writing songs helps me.

Hollywood has gone from Pola to Polaroid.

Bullys are the small group who should perish not by voilence, but by non violence, words not fists, thats the awnser to our problem.