O ill-starred wench! Pale as your smock!

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

For she had eyes and chose me.

I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.

Men in rage strike those that wish them best.

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)

Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.

Men should be what they seem.

I will deny thee nothing: Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, To leave me but a little to myself.

Forgiveness requires a sacrifice of pride. A humbling of the spirit. An increase of selfless love. A time when you allow others' feelings to be more important than your own.

Why can’t I get enough of you?” she asked between kisses.

Here I stand. I can do no otherwise. God help me. Amen.

I always want to be a messenger, a person that, you know, that's not afraid to pass on wisdom.

I hope I have important things to say.

Am I not a woman and a sister?

The Imperfect Pastor by Zack Eswine might be the most helpful and profound book I've read in years. If you're in pastoral ministry grab a copy.

I've always been attracted to things that are taboo. I've never been afraid to go to that dark place.

I take three showers a day. I don't need to be in the shower for 15 minutes. I'm a five-minute guy.

If dying, I yet live in a tender heart or two; nor am I lost and hopeless living, if a sainted departed soul still loves and prays for me.