My merry, merry, merry roundelay Concludes with Cupid's curse, They that do change old love for new, Pray gods, they change for worse!

Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.

God in the whizzing of a pleasant wind Shall march upon the tops of mulberry trees.

Live or die, sink or swim.

His golden locks Time hath to silver turned, O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing! His youth 'gainst Time and Age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain! Youth waneth by increasing.

Fair maid, white and red, Comb me smooth, and stroke my head; And every hair a sheave shall be, And every sheave a golden tree.

Parish me no parishes.

Westward Ho!

... we are all terribly alone no matter what people say.

Why should we live with such hurry and waste of life? We are determined to be starved before we are hungry.

Hagrid. You live in a wooden house!

In public schooling, social policy has been turned back almost one hundred years.

People hang their hopes on you fitting into their CD collection in way that they have made a space for, but I'm playing a longer game than that.

In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.

My anti-authoritarian instincts let me directly to criminal defense work.

At the moment the British Common-wealth is a Commonwealth of White nation.

Let your first hour set the theme of success and positive action that is certain to echo through your entire day. Today will never happen again.

I wish I could have skipped college.