On a huge hill, Cragged, and steep, Truth stands, and hee that will Reach her, about must, and about must goo.

No Spring nor Summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one Autumnal face.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?

Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, angels affect us oft, and worshiped be.

What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.

Despite their displays of bravado, young boys can be peculiarly susceptible to atmosphere("Between Four Yews")

Nowadays, everybody wanna be weird. We know how to manifest being weird.

The introduction of cooking may well have been the decisive factor in leading man from a primarily animal existence into one that was more fully human.

For Beatrice- When we were together I felt breathless. Now you are.

My family was scientifically inclined: My brother did turn into a neurophysiologist, and I almost became a scientist myself. I could have gone that way.

When a man is able to take abuse with a smile, he is worthy to become a leader.

The odd thing is, that I wrote The Great Spring while I had cancer and it's not about cancer. It was after I was done with cancer that I wrote a book about it.

I kind of live like a writer. I get up and I write. I've done that my whole life.

When you hit rock bottom, you have nowhere to go but up.

Matty told Hatty about a thing she saw, had two big horns and a wooly jaw.