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

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.

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

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.

Well, can you tell her that?"He looked down at his feet. "I will. I will."Guy-speak for, "I plan to keep avoiding her until she gives up.

Desire filters toxins through my system at the sight and I lower again, shoving her against the padded wall to snake my tongue over the elixir of pain.

I'm rather kind of old school, thinking that when an artist does his work it's no longer his.

Self-pity is an acid which eats holes in happiness.

Never use a verb other than "said" to carry dialogue... I once noticed Mary McCarthy ending a line of dialogue with "she asseverated" and had to stop reading and go to the dictionary.

You said, 'How is it possible for democracy to work with an illiterate people who are dying of hunger?' But with that people we made a democracy work.

I forgive myself for not being perfect. I am living the very best way I know how.

I am not going to tell people what I don't believe.

I think that the new models of Chevrolet should have Barney Frank as a hood ornament.

I think it all goes down to who plays the better football on the night.