If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.

Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.

These violent delights have violent ends.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

Parting is such sweet sorrow

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

Take time daily to reflect on how much you have. It may not be all that you want but remember someone somewhere is dreaming to have what you have.

Dante subsumed everything, and so, in a sense, secularized nothing.

Weekends are life’s gift to those who hate their jobs.

American poets celebrate their bodies, very specifically, as Whitman did.

God never gave man a thing to do concerning which it were irreverent to ponder how the Son of God would have done it.

It is the marriage of the soul with nature that makes the intellect fruitful, and gives birth to imagination

Were I not a king, I would be a university man.

The greatest good [a man] can do is to cultivate himself in order that he may be of greater use to humanity.

It will be one of the tragedies of Christian history if future historians record that at the height of the twentieth century the church was one of the greatest bulwarks of white supremacy.

The voice of God whispers in the heart So softly That the soul pauses, Making no noise, And strives for these melodies, Distant, sighing, like faintest breath, And all the being is still to hear.