Dear beauteous death, the jewel of the just.

There is in God - some say - A deep, but dazzling darkness; as men here Say it is late and dusky, because they See not all clear. O for that Night! where I in Him Might live invisible and dim!

I saw Eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright.

And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep. So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted dreams, And into glory peep.

Death, and darkness get you packing, Nothing now to man is lacking, All your triumphs now are ended, And what Adam marred, is mended.

The skin and shell of things Though fair are not Thy wish nor prayer but got My meer despair of wings.

They are all gone into the world of light, and I alone sit lingering here.

The sun doth shake Light from his locks, and, all the way Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.

Affliction is a mother, Whose painful throes yield many sons, Each fairer than the other.

Man is the shuttle, to whose winding quest And passage through these looms God ordered motion, but ordained no rest.

But felt through all this fleshly dresse Bright shootes of everlastingnesse.

If you think you can stand to know what you’re made of, try kneeling before God.

With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.

It's not about mainstream global domination. I make clothes that I can't find. I made a few pieces and Lupe Fiasco bought a pair of trousers I'd made, and a few other artists picked some up.

I should have no use for a paradise in which I should be deprived of the right to prefer hell.

All of life is a risk; in fact we're not going to get out alive. Casualness leads to casualties. Communication is the ability to affect other people with words.

Love is you, you and me. Love is knowing we can be.

I'ma make sure the family keep a decent meal, no matter what I got to do or who I got to kill.

A politician who enters public life may as well face the fact that the best way of not being found out is not to do anything which, if found out, will cause his ruin.

God loves you enough to receive you as you are. He loves you too much to keep you as you are.

Do you think that when they asked George Washington for ID that he just whipped out a quarter?