My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis, for object, strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.

But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.

Therefore the love which us doth bind, But fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.

Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.

Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.

Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.

The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.

Art indeed is long, but life is short.

The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.

And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time.

I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.

Mike nodded. A sombre nod. The nod Napoleon might have given if somebody had met him in 1812 and said, "So, you're back from Moscow, eh?

One thing that never ceases to amaze me, along with the growth of vegetation from the earth and of hair from the head, is the growth of understanding.

My father, Fred Carter, Jr., is definitely an extraordinaire.

We may divide characters into flat and round.

Romance is the combination of something that is strange with something that is secure.

You have these Stepford wives who are negating other women. But that's their job. [Donald] Trump is the one who is to blame, no matter how much I enjoy watching his surrogates fail massively.

Praying is sending an SOS to the heavenly unknown.

Humor is an attitude, a survivor’s way of looking at life. It’s not about telling jokes.

One ounce of the practice of righteousness and of spiritual Self-realisation outweighs tons and tons of frothy talk and nonsensical sentiments.

To lie a little is not possible: he who lies, lies the whole lie.