Thus doth the ever-changing course of things Run a perpetual circle, ever turning; And that same day, that highest glory brings, Brings us unto the point of back-returning.

The stars that have most glory have no rest.

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born; Relive my languish, and restore the light.

The greatest works of admiration, And all the fair examples of renown. Out of distress and misery are grown.

Love is a sickness full of woes, all remedies refusing.

Pow'r above pow'rs! O heavenly eloquence! That with the strong rein of commanding words, Dost manage, guide, and master th' eminence Of men's affections, more than all their swords!

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.

Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.

Custom, that is before all law; Nature, that is above all art.

Flattery, the dangerous nurse of vice.

He brought his forehead against mine and we breathed the same air, slowly to try and find our composure. But it was impossible for me as long as he’s so close to me. “You’re ruining me.�

Don’t be afraid of an endless road, but the road with an end!

Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind!

However logical our induction, the end of the thread is fastened upon the assurance of faith.

Ignorance is the dominion of absurdity.

I keep saying this about a mental state, but the more that I am physically active, the more that my mind is clear.

What I'm doing in writing has been thoroughly and exhaustively explored in other fields like visual art, music, and cinema, yet somehow it's never really been tested on the page.

Blaming guns for killing people is like blaming pencils for bad spelling

The univers is statistically more likely to be ironic than not.

I have three brothers; I'm the youngest of four.