Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun.

That age is best which is the first When youth and blood are warmer.

Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.

But ne'er the rose without the thorn.

Bid me despair, and I'll despair,Under that cypress tree;Or bid me die, and I will dareE'en Death, to die for thee.

Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.

What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore, Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.

Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.

He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.

Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.

War, my friends, is a thing of beauty.

Love and hate aren't as far apart as you think.

Marriage can be a magnificent lesson in becoming our best selves that is true.

You can't rely on your own perception when it comes to anything. You can always be proved wrong.

To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, can’t sit still, move, or even go decently insane.

If there are people you haven't forgiven, you're not going to really awaken. You have to let go.

Society has low standards for what is considered good or great music.

Anyone or anything that asks you to be untrue to yourself has already acted against you.

Writing on your own is, in a way, a very lonely profession. There's no one there to help you.

Fiction has always evoked pictures and provoked ideas and sounds in my mind.