In vain our labours are whatsoe'er they be unless God gives the Benediction.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun.

That age is best which is the first When youth and blood are warmer.

Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.

But ne'er the rose without the thorn.

Bid me despair, and I'll despair,Under that cypress tree;Or bid me die, and I will dareE'en Death, to die for thee.

Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.

What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore, Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.

Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.

He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.

Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.

Respect and appreciate yourself.This is your responsibility for your soul.

Love greatly and live passionately.

When we embrace every aspect of ourselves with unconditional love – we heal.

A book is meant not only to be read, but to haunt you, to importune you like a lover or a parent, to be in your teeth like a piece of gristle.

I read a lot of lot non-demanding fiction.

I don't see anybody as either ordinary or extraordinary. I see them simply as people in front of my lens.

It is no use walking anywhere to preach unless our walking is our preaching.

Poetry is much more important than the truth, and, if you don't believe that, try using the two methods to get laid.

Not by lamentations and mournful chants ought we to celebrate the funeral of a good man, but by hymns, for in ceasing to be numbered with mortals he enters upon the heritage of a diviner life.

Oh darkness, I feel like letting go.