Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall, Short lot, or not, to be content with all.

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.

Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.

We are one in spirit of faith of love.

Men were stupid to forget what good sleuths women could be.

When you witness the end of a life up close day by day, you begin to understand time and mortality in profound ways. You see time's relativity, death's necessity.

You can't keep an exciting fashion down.

The man who, despite the teaching of Scripture, tries to pray without a Savior, insults the deity.

Every thought is new when an author expresses it in a manner peculiar to himself.

I may have smoked too much weed, but I wasn't taking drugs or anything.

This telegram is a work of art if I say it is.

Without precisely defined sources, methods, and concepts, it is possible to see absolutely everything and its opposite.