For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.

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.

I love you like a fat kid loves cake!

If this were a novel, I'd stop reading right now. I'd throw it across the room.

Not everyone who has killed themselves because they were HIV positive would have been killed by AIDS.

Life was not meant to be live alone.

Divinity exists in every soul.

The secret of concentration is to shut down the other windows.

Art...must do something more than give pleasure: it should relate to our own life so as to increase our energy of spirit.

For there is assuredly nothing dearer to a man than wisdom, and though age takes away all else, it undoubtedly brings us that.

Most liberals I know were for invading Afghanistan right after 9/11.

I think everybody identified at a pretty young age that I was fairly entranced with myself. And that I had to be tempered.