Why so pale and wan, fond lover, Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?

Love is the fart Of every heart It pains the man when 'tis kept close, And others doth offend, when 'tis let loose.

Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.

She is pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with, And pleasant, too, to think on.

Opportunity, to statesmen, is as the just degree of heat to chemists; it perfects all the work.

Our sins, like to our shadows, when our day was in its glory, scarce appeared; toward our evening, how great and monstrous!

Expectation makes a blessing dear. Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it was.

I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?

Abruptness is an eloquence in parting, when spinning out the time is but the weaving of new sorrow.

Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather.

But oh, she dances in such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight.

Let's all commit ourselves to the basic civility of minding our own business. Failing that, let's go back to a time when we were nasty and judgmental, but only behind one another's backs.

You don't really measure the year until the whole year is done. I'm sure there are some concerned people, including the coaches right now.

By whomsoever no evil is done in deed, or word, or thought, him I call a Brahmin (holy man) who is guarded in these three.

What does it mean that social structures among young people are so often predicated upon trying really, really hard to appear to not-be-trying?

The spirit of prayer is more precious than treasures of gold and silver.

I'll always want to play and share my music with as many people as I can, but the emphasis is more on how do I find a happy place, what's my balance, what's my ideal.

The sanyasa of the Gita is all work and yet no work.

If you are a plumber, you can work on a shed, or you can work on a mansion. It's just scale.

I do have a spongelike ear or mentality or whatever you call it, but it's probably a bit subconscious.

Progress! Progress through everybody dying and their kids eventually not caring who their parents hated!