Go little book, thy self present, As child whose parent is unkent: To him that is the president Of noblesse and of chivalry, And if that Envy bark at thee, As sure it will, for succour flee.

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.

Beauty is all around you. To find it, you need love filled eyes to search for it.

And the world suddenly appeared to me as such an awfully large place, with I so totally alone in it that I could have cried from the bottom of my heart.

Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.

I show through my movies that I can do something else. But I always play strong-minded characters. I think it's maybe because I'm like that. I love being by myself.

The irony is palpable - technical access has never been greater, cultural access never weaker.

No doubt that he will make an excellent senator.

No girl was ever ruined by a book.

I don't know what the secret is when I am writing it - it really is a surprise to me.

You've heard the saying, 'Analysis creates paralysis.' You can't be 100 percent sure of anything.

Minds will wander even during the Last Judgment.