Who knows his virtues name or place, hath none.

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.

I'm sure that if we had enough sophistication, someone could look at what my changes in brain structure were as I came to feel more deeply in love.

I myself am consummately middle class. We grew up in upper-middle-class suburbs in Oklahoma City, and thats very much the same ethos as what Richard Yates and John Cheever wrote about.

There is never enough time to do everything, but there is always enough time to do the most important thing.

Demonic figures and occult themes have disappeared from modern magic.

When I'm dead, I want to be remembered as a musician of some worth and substance.

As high as mind stands above nature, so high does the state stand above physical life. Man must therefore venerate the state as a secular deity.

If you look at the top ten most reliable cars, as reported by thousands of people in all kinds of independent testing, there's only one American car in the top ten. It's the Buick.

He said that if culture is a house, then language was the key to the front door; to all the rooms inside. Without it, he said, you ended up wayward, without a proper home or a legitimate identity.

I have been working since I was 14, nonstop.

All great spirituality is about what we do with our pain. If we do not transform our pain, we will transmit it to those around us.