Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh, Your vows to her and me, put in two scales, Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

My soul is in the sky.

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!

Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nightsFour nights will quickly dream away the time.

Success becomes worthwhile if it fills your heart with happiness and not with stress.

Most people would far rather be seen through than not be seen at all.

I am drawn to the wild not because it is wild but because it is sensible, logical, ordered, stable, resilient. Wild nature is everything we're struggling to regain.

Those who would make us feel must feel themselves.

If you want to produce really horrible, obnoxious kids, say yes to them all the time.

When you step onto that field, you cannot concede a thing.

Skepticism, like chastity, should not be relinquished too readily.

Life is a series of problems. Do we want to moan about them or solve them?

it was important to him that i know who she was, so im glad for that. but it makes me sad too. they loved each other so much, and now she's gone. it doesn't seem fair.

I seem to have the blind self-acceptance of the eccentric who can't conceive that his eccentricities are not clearly understood.