Home I would go But that my doors are hateful to my eyes, Fill'd and damm'd up with gaping creditors, Watchful as fowlers when their game will spring.

Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.

If we must part for ever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself withal, whilst my heart's breaking!

False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them.

Could my griefs speak, the tale would have no end.

Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labor to overcome the cloud that loads em.

Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.

Cowards are scared with threatenings; boys are whipped into confession; but a steady mind acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel.

Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.

Honesty needs no disguise nor ornament; be plain.

Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.

Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard

Before I was ordained, when I was working for the council, I thought of the first three months of the year as January, February, March. Now I think of them as Epiphany, Candlemas and Ash Wednesday.

Love and compassion are the pillars of world peace.

People say sticks and stones may break your bones, but names can never hurt you, but that's not true. Words can hurt. They hurt me. Things were said to me that I still haven't forgotten.

The more you read, the more things you will know.

I believe I'm not in the press, just in terms of being photographed and paparazzi all the time, or looking for that sensationalistic type of side or anything like that, so I keep things very quiet.

When you stop giving and offering something to the rest of the world, it's time to turn out the lights.

I always had the old-school model that I'm going to work for as long as I'm relevant and focus on for-profit activities and someday when I retire I'm going to learn about philanthropy.

She plays music to heal herself, but nothing can heal her brokenness.

I am much more powerful today than the old programs and mind viruses that I absorbed in my childhood.