Greatest god below the sky.

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.

Words and numbers are of equal value, for in the cloak of knowledge one is warp and the other woof.

what you respond to in any work of art is the artist's struggle against his or her limitations

Don’t let realism keep you from doing what you feel you need to do, even if you think it’s hopeless.

Before you can change your life for the better, change your thoughts for the better.

Had I ever truly been free? Though I wasn’t shipped off to different countries did that make me any less of a prisoner?

The idea of a superior or inferior race is a myth that has been completely refuted by anthropological evidence.

Money is not an aphrodisiac: the desire it may kindle in the female eye is more for the cash than the carrier.

I couldn't imagine living my life with another name.

Im pretty adept with computers and Photoshop for my blog, and I found my style with a conversational voice and an image-ready column.

I changed the past by walking back into it.