I did best when I had least truth for my subjects.

No Spring nor Summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one Autumnal face.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?

Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, angels affect us oft, and worshiped be.

What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.

When she had failed once or twice to respond to some conversational gambit or other, Bond also relapsed into silence and occupied himself with his own gloomy thoughts.

In order to answer the question “Where am I going?” you must possess decisiveness

One can definitely learn a lot of valuable things from successful people, if one isn't too busy envying them.

Ethics is nothing else than reverence for life.

Just because I accept you as you are does not mean that I have given up all hope of your improvement.

You awaken your True spirit by way of the broken heart: ragged, vulnerable, fierce and finally compassionate. Chris trod this rough way and shows honestly how it can be done.

Photography, because it stops the flow of life, is always flirting with death.

At the core, we are dealing with two parties that have fundamentally different views of the world.

No one was ever injured by the truth; but he who persists in self-deception and ignorance is injured.

When I can no longer bear to think of the victims of broken homes, I begin to think of the victims of intact ones.