The world is a great volume, and man the index of that book; even in the body of man, you may turn to the whole world.

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.

You understand what I’m telling you, Tommy? You have a light inside you, and the only person who gets to decide whether that light shines or not is you.

To live and love is a great fulfillment.

Very few men are wise by their own counsel or learned by their own teaching. For he that was only taught by himself had a fool for his master.

I never wanted to be the lead on a TV drama. It just robs you of your life, really.

I can see a version of my life where it all becomes meaningless. On a good day, writing seems noble. Other times, it's narcissistic and pointless.

The better the book the more room for the reader.

But on the whole, nothing requires unbearable energy for me, it's just a normal thing.

Humility is the cornerstone of leadership.

Criticism even should not be without its charms. When quite devoid of all amenities, it is no longer literary.

These are fashionable people who call themselves philosophers.