It often falls, in course of common life, that right long time is overborne of wrong.

The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.

Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.

She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.

So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.

I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.

Thankfulness is the tune of angels.

All for love, and nothing for reward.

Be bold, and everywhere be bold.

For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.

Don't expect the unexpected. Let the unexpected expect you.

The greatest divinities of the soul are life, love and light.

Superfast beings shouldn't piss off the comics geek-girl.

I am a very lucky person, and the harder I work, the luckier I seem to be.

Everything is more glamorous when you do it in bed anyway.

I always say that environment always affects the food.

I'm determined not to lose my name. It's who I am. It has neither aided my progress nor hampered it. It's just who I am.

At least tell me you won? And that the scratches and dings were totally worth it." "Of course. They're always worth it," he says with a hidden meaning that only the two of us could ever understand.

To read a novel requires a certain kind of concentration, focus, devotion to the reading. If you read a novel in more than two weeks, you don't read the novel really.

More like Cross blew your circuits during one of his sexathons. Still can’t get over that man’s stamina. Wish he’d swing my way and wear me out.