Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that 's gone; Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.

Deeds, not words shall speak me.

O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!

We must not be content to be cleansed from sin; we must be filled with the Spirit.

Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

The greatest attribute of heaven is mercy; And 'tis the crown of justice, and the glory

Of all the forms of wisdom, hindsight is by general consent the least merciful, the most unforgiving.

Speak boldly and speak truly, shame the devil.

Great actions speak great minds.

Death hath so many doors to let out life.

Corruption is a tree, whose branches are Of an immeasurable length: they spread Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority.

Yes, cannibals. People are just cannibals unless they leave each other alone.

Certainly no one has ever died of an unrequited passion—it's usually the ones that are requited that get people in trouble.

Death, in its certainty, is exacting its due respect and repose before it takes my hand.

Everyone’s running from something.

Our elected politicians do what they judge is the right thing to do. And if we disagree then I'll show them the evidence of why I disagree.

That's the main thing, looking for interesting characters, good directors, and experiences where you're growing and learning.

When I really want to be soothed and reminded of why people bother to fiddle with sentences, I often read poetry.

The only thing we all agree on, virtually every poet in this country, is that this Administration is really frightening, and we want something done about it.

I am trying to counter the fixity of architectures, their stolidity, with elements that give an ineffable immaterial quality.