Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air; Queens have died young and fair; Dust hath closed Helen's eye.

Beauty is but a flower, which wrinkles will devour.

From winter, plague and pestilence, good lord, deliver us!

Our learning ought to be our lives' amendment, and the fruits of our private study ought to appear in our public behavior.

The Sun shineth as well on the good as the bad: God from on high beholdeth all the workers of iniquity, as well as the upright of heart.

Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king

Shape your coat according to your cloth.

Poetry is the honey of all flowers, the quintessence of all sciences, the marrow of wit, and the very phrase of angels.

New herrings, new!' we must cry, every time we make ourselves public, or else we shall be christened with a hundred new titles of idiotism.

Immortal Spenser, no frailty hath thy fame but the imputation of this idiot's friendship!

Blest is that government where no art thrives.

The circumstances surrounding your birth is not as important as the opportunity to live life.

But maybe music was not intended to satisfy the curious definiteness of man. Maybe it is better to hope that music may always be transcendental language in the most extravagant sense.

If you're smart, you often want a feedback loop so you know if what you've done is... is right.

Every one of us is blind and deaf until our eyes are opened to our fellowmen, until our ears hear the voice of humanity.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet.

It's not a case of us against them, it's a matter of melding all people's skills and resources to create a better world for everyone !

Hollywood has unfortunately become a memory. It's nothing but a sign on the side of a hill.

If you're working with a spreadsheet or a thread of correspondence or a set of data, I'm not sure you're doing your best work if you're doing it on an iPhone.

The pedestal is immobilizing and subtly insulting whether or not some women yet realize it. We must move up from the pedestal.