Thus, though we cannot make our sunStand still, yet we will make him run.

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

But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near

Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love’s day.

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

Had we but world enough, and time

Had we but world enough, and time...

The motive behind criticism often determines its validity. Those who care criticize where necessary. Those who envy criticize the moment they think that they have found a weak spot.

You cannot move things by not moving.

If the eyes are the window to the soul, then Edward's in trouble 'cause no one is home.

Unless we close our eyes we are always deceived.

You are an incredible mystery that you will never figure out. To be this mystery consciously is the greatest joy.

If anyone does not love the Lord Jesus Christ, let them be accursed at His coming. God save you from your fate. Amen!

But the answer to how to live is to stop thinking about it. And just to live. But you're doing that anyway. However you intellectualise it, you still just live.

I have a kind of boring personal life, to the paparazzi anyway, and I don't hang with the cool crowd.

Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.

Love is the mystery of water and a star.