His beauty shall in these black lines be seen, and they shall live, and he in them still green.

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

To give yourself away keep yourself still, And you must live drawn by your own sweet skill.

Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And die as fast as they see others grow.

Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.

Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fairTo be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.

O! how shall summer's honey breath hold out, / Against the wrackful siege of battering days?

I try to remember what I have too often forgotten to my peril: as far as teaching goes, when all you are is right, what you really are is in trouble.

Draw a cart with horses, or push it down a hill...Both move the cart, aye?” -- Daerwin of Brannagh

Saturday morning, you knew what was cool by what was on 'Soul Train.'

The study and knowledge of the universe would somehow be lame and defective were no practical results to follow.

I have thought it my duty to exhibit things as they are, not as they ought to be.

Our possessions don't own us any more, because we don't possess them.

I do not understand the capricious lewdness of the sleeping mind.

It's more likely I'll dye my hair green, get a bunch of tattoos and go on tour with Amy Winehouse.

So, are you... intrigued ... by Stanhope?" "Intrigued by him?" "Indeed. Do you find him ..." he paused. "Intriguing?" she teased. He sent her an exasperated look.

A man must earnestly want.