O, Winter! Put away thy snowy pride; O, Spring! Neglect the cowslip and the bell; O, Summer! Throw thy pears and plums aside; O, Autumn! Bid the grape with poison swell.

Happy (if mortals can be) is the man,Who, not by priest but Reason, rules his span:Reason, to its possessor a sure guide,Reason, a thorn in Revelation's side.

How shall we celebrate the day,When God appeared in mortal clay,The mark of worldly scorn;When the Archangel's heavenly Lays,Attempted the Redeemer's Praise,And hail'd Salvation's Morn!

There is a time for all things - except marriage, my dear.

Almighty Framer of the Skies!O let our pure devotion rise,Like Incense in thy Sight!Wrapt in impenetrable Shade,The Texture of our Souls were made,Till thy Command gave Light.

Haste to thie kiste, thie onlie dortoure bedde.Cale, as the claie whiche will gre on thie hedde,Is Charitie and Love aminge highe elves;Knightis and Barons live for pleasure and themselves.

If Jesus ist not enough, you´ve lost.

Words are thought descriptors. They project thoughts from anonymity. They transfer thoughts into messages. Messages move the world.

It's not that people don't know when they'll die. It's that they don't seem to know they'll die.

If, presume not to God to scan; The proper study of Mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, a being darkly wise, and rudely great.

I don't clean, I don't make the bed. I spend my salary. I worry a lot. I just don't worry about socks on the floor.

There are a lot of self important people who make you believe they're artistes and high on the intelligence quotient and I've sat down and listened to them and just been bored.

America and Mexico are both a nation of immigrants and we are a nation of laws and we can act accordingly.

O philosophy, you leader of life.

Friendship is given us by nature, not to favor vice, but to aid virtue.

Experience has shown us that virtue puts down only shallow roots in those who are there for just a short time