Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.

You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us

Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.

What cannot be said will be wept.

Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us

Whatever one loves most is beautiful.

Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.

Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.

All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.

Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees

The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.

We awoke to a fabulation of ice, the sun shining like a weapon, light rocketing off every surface except the surfaces of the Army's clean streets and walks.

Spiraling demand for resources of which our world contains a finite supply is the great long-term threat posed by globalisation. That is why we need new technology to relieve it.

And from the first declension of the flesh I learnt man's tongue, to twist the shapes of thoughts Into the stony idiom of the brain.

Marble statues, engraved with public inscriptions, by which the life and soul return after death to noble leaders.

The theatre is a tragic place, full of endings and partings and heartbreak.

Life can be like walking on a high wire. Falling seems a tiny misstep away.

We experience who we really are, and what it is we are meant to do, in any moment when we pour our love into the universe.

I really believe things happen as they're supposed to and in the time that they're supposed to.

As long as artists can make something, artists will continue to survive.