There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.

Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.

These violent delights have violent ends.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

Parting is such sweet sorrow

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

Poetry is the least imposition on silence in a world of chatter.

We have absolutely no control over what happens to us in life but what we have paramount control over is how we respond to those events.

Anyone can go online and write anything they want about people they don't even know, and most of the time, that is fueled by hate. The sad part is that people actually believe what they read online.

Washington, DC is to lying what Wisconsin is to cheese.

Man is flying too fast for a world that is round. Soon he will catch up with himself in a great rear end collision.

You cannot explain to someone who comes with no idea of what you are talking about without being misunderstood.

I've been a hunter pretty much all my life.

I don't take much notice of reviews now - obviously you'd like to have straight worship but you're never going to get that.

I relate to all of my songs and I'm inspired by everything going on around me. Music comes from all different aspects of my life.

Dance till the stars come down from the rafters Dance, Dance, Dance 'till you drop.