Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

No Spring nor Summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one Autumnal face.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?

Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, angels affect us oft, and worshiped be.

What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.

I would rather have questions that can't be answered than answers that can't be questioned.

To lose everything is not the worst can happen.""It's starting again, from nothing, with nothing, " Otah said."Is exactly this, " Maj agreed, then a moment later. "Starting again, and doing better.

Its very beautiful over there. I dont know where there is, but I believe its somewhere, and I hope its beautiful.

Many have stood their ground and faced the darkness when it comes for them. Fewer come for the darkness and force it to face them.

We are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.

A married woman has the same natural right to acquire and hold property, and to make all contracts that she is mentally competent to make reasonably, as has a married man, or any other man.

Taking the pledge will not make bad liquor good, but it will improve it.

We are, at almost every point of our day, immersed in cultural diversity: faces, clothes, smells, attitudes, values, traditions, behaviours, beliefs, rituals.

So many Indian novels, quite unfairly, do not get the prominence they should because they have been written in a language other than English.