Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.

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.

Man is broken down in many places because of bitterness.

Heaven doesn't ignore cries of a broken heart.

As I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow.

And I'm a Catholic, from an Irish Catholic family, and we know plenty of stuff about guilt.

We need an economics fit for purpose in a finite and entropic world.

We could not have parliamentary sovereignty with a European Parliament.

I want to be only a poor friar who prays - if God sees blemishes even in the angels, can you imagine what He sees in me!

Do you think that the man-loving God has given you much so that you could use it only for your own benefit? No, but so that your abundance might supply the lack of others.

I intend to lead my party, which is the only party that has a serious policy on the No. 1 priority of the people and that is the economy.

I take Peeta's face in my hands. "Don't worry. I'll see you at midnight.