I find so many things to fear and so few to hope.

But 'tis a sad thing that all one's happiness is only that the world does not know you are miserable.

Will the kindness of this letter excuse the shortness of it?

To marry for love were no reproachful thing if we did not see that of ten thousand couples that do it, hardly one can be brought for an example that it may be done and not repented afterwards.

Surfeits kill more than fasting does.

I do not know that ever I desired anything earnestly in my life but 'twas denied me, and I am many times afraid to wish a thing merely lest my fortune should take that occasion to use me ill.

What an age do we live in, when 'tis a miracle if in ten couples that are married, two of them live so as not to publish to the world that they cannot agree.

All letters, methinks, should be free and easy as one's discourse, not studied, as an oration, nor made up of hard words like a charm.

I wear the words we didn't say. My heart is clothed in them every day.

Some poems are written great, some poems are written swell. But then there are poems that could win a prize in Hell.

I know not whether laws be right Or whether laws be wrong All that we know who lie in gaol Is that the wall is strong And that each day is like a year A year whose days are long.

It's no fun feeling your thoughts are being controlled by an electrode, and someone else is holding the clicker.

However, it must always remain a dialogue, and never an imposition of the church's own convictions and methods. Propose, not impose. To serve, and not to dominate.

Other than the bombs they strap to their chests, Ive got no idea what makes the Palestinians tick.

At Murry Bergtraum High I wanted to be as different from my father as possible. So I acted out in school, I was very anti-authority.

At first I was iridescent, then I became transparent, finally I was absent

I said earlier that dead things don't always stay dead. Well, I'm one of them. don't worry - I'm not like the Strigoi. But I did die once (I don't recommend it).

Well, you ask a silly question, and you get a silly answer.