O visions ill foreseen! Better had I Liv'd ignorant of future, so had borne My part of evil only.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.

The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.

He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.

He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.

Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!

Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.

There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.

Love Virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.

I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle.

Just understand that the good that you want is already here. All you have to do is get in harmony with it. And you do that through your own thinking.

Beloved, it's impossible to sprint into the providential arms of what is ahead...if we continue to trip on what is behind.

Regardless of all what you have done or the treasures you have acquired on earth, what counts before God is what you have invested in the Kingdom of God

Success and average don't have nothing to do with each other.

I've always felt that if I ever got cynical, I would have to stop making music because I'd just be poisoning the air.

It's incredibly disturbing to me that humans are disrupting pretty much every single living system on the planet.

Le mensonge et les vers de tout temps sont amis. Lies and literature have always been friends.

I've also always known that I wouldn't be playing for the N.B.A.

I used to live in New York and now I live in L.A., and somehow I've become a different person because of the air and what I see every day, and I think we all do.

The road to wisdom is paved with excess. The mark of a true writer is their ability to mystify the familiar and familiarize the strange.