Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing. Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

Garlick maketh a man wynke, drynke, and stynke.

All good things vanish in less than a day, Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year, The earth is hell when you leav'st to appear.

As like a church and an ale-house, God and the devell, they manie times dwell neere to ether.

While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.

Anyone who is so busy that they do not have time to enjoy what life has for them are just too busy.

Nothingness is an absolute infinite potential, not an empty box.

Do you remember what you said to me once? That you could help me only by loving me? Well-you did love me for a moment; and it helped me. It has always helped me.

And it was a most remarkable, a most moving glance, as if for a moment a lighthouse had looked at me.

I think in the lifetime of a tennis player there are many times where you feel that tremendous confidence.

Iraq may not be the war on terror itself, but it is critical to the outcome of the war on terror, and therefore any advance in Iraq is an advance forward in that.

I am not throwing away my shot.

Things which you do not hope happen more frequently than things which you do hope.