Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen make me immortal with a kiss. - Her lips suck forth my soul see where it flies! -

You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.

All live to die, and rise to fall.

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

There is no sin but ignorance.

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

Honour is purchas'd by the deeds we do.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?

Greg: Scott, great horde.My realization was that I could never *actually* live a life where I had to be constantly doing things like praising a dude's horde.So that made me feel better about myself.

The world is hungry to hear the truth. ... We have it. Are we equal to the task-to the responsibility God has placed upon us?

Nothing you say can ensure that the other person will get it, or respond the way you want. You may never exceed his threshold of deafness.

I'm a sworn enemy of convention. I despite the conventional in anything, even the arts. I paint canvasses on the floor and drove one art teacher out of his mind. But that's just the way I paint best.

You are always factoring in the economy within the process of creating something, and making decisions that seem both fearless and full of fear.

There are German songs which can make a stranger to the language cry.

I've lost lots of men in my life, besides my mother, which is a whole different loss.

I write longer sentences than most of the others, maybe because I probably like Henry James more than they do.

I'm only being cute here. I don't really mean it. I just wanted to make you smile.

Women sometimes seem to share a quiet, unalterable dogma of persecution that endows even the most sophisticated of them with the inarticulate poignancy of the peasant.