O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)

Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.

These violent delights have violent ends.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

Parting is such sweet sorrow

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

God's grace is all I need.

The road to the heart is not a long, linear path, but this turning. There is no race or competition, just me and God going deeper, carving a canyon to the soul.

Data can actually make us more human.

The work of art is born of the intelligence's refusal to reason the concrete. It marks the triumph of the carnal.

President Obama should stop campaigning and start working on creating jobs, start working on getting our GDP up, start working on strengthening our borders.

If you really want to experience God, go and make disciples.

Reason is a permanent blessing of God to the soul. Without it there can be no large religion.

No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength

He never sought to stem the current. [Of a statesman who accommodates his views to public opinion.]

The charm of the best courages is that they are inventions, inspirations, flashes of genius.