For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.

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.

Religion is a way of walking not a way of talking.

Everything's perverted in a different way.

I know transplanted human worth will bloom to profit otherwhere.

I love photo sessions. I'm alone, I'm the queen, everyone's taking care of me.

Every man of genius sees the world at a different angle from his fellows, and there is his tragedy.

In this, of all the countries in the world, possession of inordinate wealth by individuals should be held as a crime against Indian humanity.

The regular path of virtue is to be pursued without any bend, and from no view to emolument.

All stories are lies, but good stories are lies made of light and fire. They lift our hearts out of the dust and out of the grave.

Perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.

I'd like to play every type of character, but only once. I like to expierence things.