...Whatever dies was not mixed equally, If our two loves be one Or thou and I love so alike That none can slacken, none can die.

No Spring nor Summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one Autumnal face.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?

Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, angels affect us oft, and worshiped be.

What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.

We cannot lose the battle, if we release our faith knowing that God can do a miracle

Give your life the gift of unconditional happiness. You are too special to be anything but happy. You truly deserve it, and it is absolutely free.

Conversation enriches the understanding but solitude is the school of genius.

You can't stand up to the night until you understand what's hiding in its shadows.

How much we can do depends on how much we think we can do. When you really believe you can do more, your mind thinks creatively and shows you the way.

'Ms.' is a syllable which sounds like a bumble bee is breaking wind.

Sometimes I like to think that characters you play are all the other people you could've been in a lifetime.

I symbolized doping... My phone rarely rings. I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of riders who call me.

I, Kusama, am the modern Alice in Wonderland.