Chastity is not chastity in an old man, but a disability to be unchaste.

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.

You never lose anyone definitely

The whole westward expansion myth is seen as romantic. But it's a joke, a blot on American history.

All my muscles are in my face. I have a very muscular face. I'm good with faces. I always have been.

Surrounding myself with women of different backgrounds and on different paths and in different stages of their lives has become so valuable to me.

We kill everybody, my dear. Some with bullets, some with words, and everybody with our deeds. We drive people into their graves, and neither see it nor feel it.

The interdependency of humankind, the relevance of relationship, the sacredness of creation is ancient, ancient wisdom.

Heroic deeds, to use whatever dower Heaven has bestowed, to test our utmost power.

I realize what a strange in-between place I am in. The Young Woman inside has turned to go, but the Old Woman has not shown up.

We shall make mistakes; and if we let these mistakes frighten us from our work we shall show ourselves weaklings.

It is a bad thing for a nation to raise and to admire a false standard of success; and there can be no falser standard than that set by the deification of material well-being in and for itself.