I take the world to be but as a stage,Where net-maskt men do play their personage.

For where's the State beneath the Firmament, That doth excell the Bees for Government?

Apoplexie and lethargie, As forlorn hope, assault the enemy.

The world's a stage where God's omnipotence, His justice, knowledge, love, and providence Do act the parts.

In every hedge and ditch both day and night We fear our death, of every leafe affright.

And swans seem whiter if swart crowes be by.

Much like the French (or like ourselves, their apes),Who with strange habit do disguise their shapes;Who loving novels, full of affectation,Receive the manners of each other nation.

What is well done is done soon enough.

There is no Theam more plentifull to scan, Then is the glorious goodly frame of Man.

Bright-flaming, heat-full fire,The source of motion.

The will for deed I doe accept.

Man looks very coward and extremely primitive with an ostentatious big sword and he looks very brave and tremendously sophisticated with a humble olive branch!

I didn't care whether I had gotten dressed, or what state my hair was in or anything– it didn't matter. I felt close to him, and I'd come to regard him as just another part of the scenery.

If you serve people, they will gladly serve your vision.

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear>

Soon after a hard decision something inevitably occurs to cast doubt. Holding steady against that doubt usually proves the decision.

My advice to the college kids would be make sure you get your degree and then go after the dream.

Wherever God is adored, he is adored in virtue of a supernatural doctrine; wherever he is despised, he is despised in the name of nature and reason.

In these days people take up with each other and drop each other too easily. Pleasure is practiced like a sport, and the easy game of love leads to the dissolution of the feeling of love.

I remember her telling me once that rabbits were the gnomes in attendance to the Fairy Queen and that the stars were God's daisy chain. Perfect rot, of course.

My ties and ballasts leave me - I travel - I sail - My elbows rest in the sea-gaps. I skirt the sierras. My palms cover continents - I am afoot with my vision.