The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.

But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.

Therefore the love which us doth bind, But fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.

Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.

Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.

Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.

Art indeed is long, but life is short.

The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.

And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time.

I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.

Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run

Time is your acquaintance, life is your friend, death is your enemy, and existence is your soulmate.

There can be no wise politics without thought beforehand.

But grace has only one direction that it can take. Grace always flows down.

It's a closing of the mind that happens when you want to be lazy and go with the easiest answers, like the media do all the time in their sound bytes.

When you find what you love, you do it. That's it.

No big league team is having a gathering like this 2 days before the season

He who is not getting better is getting worse.

Every revolution has its counter-revolution.

Do you really think a man must be strong, masculine, dominating, and the woman frail, obedient and sensitive? This is a conventional idea. Reality is quite different.

It's nice to feel loved instead of feeling hated.