For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.

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.

To get to ‘yes’ from ‘no’, you may have to journey through ‘maybe’.

Keep the window of the mind open to let the fresh thoughts come in like fresh air.

Fall seven times stand up eight.

I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.

There is a segment of the American population that has been excluded from the national myth, and that should be redressed.

A lot of times when I was short, I would create a level of activity beforehand that would drive the futures. . . . It's a fun game.

When people call something "original," 9 out of 10 times they just don't know the references or original sources involved.

Nothing may truly be said to be a miracle except in the profound sense that everything is a miracle.

In poetically well built museums, formed from the heart's compulsions, we are consoled not by finding in them old objects that we love, but by losing all sense of Time.

The soul in man is greater than his fate.