For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love. While I listen to thy Voice.

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.

Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.

The rising sun complies with our weak sight, First gilds the clouds, then shows his globe of light At such a distance from our eyes, as though He knew what harm his hasty beams would do.

Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

To love is to believe, to hope, to know; 'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

All things but one you can restore; the heart you get returns no more.

Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.

Don’t shout the dreams out.. let it be done by your deeds

Poison and medicine are often the same thing, given in different proportions

Love is the strongest force in the world.

There is no place in which to hide when Age comes seeking for his bride.

I assume that if people get to know me, they'll like me. If they don't, it's not my problem.

The true expression of Christian character is not in good-doing but in God-likeness.

If you don't invest in the characters, you don't care if they get killed. It's more fun if you know them.

We need to think on a broader plane, we need to do more than we're doing.

I find any great man, black or white, I'm going to study him, learn him so he can't be great to me no more.

I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.