Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide.

But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.

Therefore the love which us doth bind, But fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.

Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.

Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.

Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.

The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.

Art indeed is long, but life is short.

The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.

And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time.

I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.

The secret to good writing is to use small words for big ideas, not to use big words for small ideas.

We are now left to choose between danger and regret, neither of which can restore the lives we have lost.

A key thing in being a leader is you’ve got to pause yourself.

Kids have what I call a built-in hypocrisy antenna that comes up and blocks out what you're saying when you're being a hypocrite.

The practical effect of Christianity is happiness, therefore let it be spread abroad everywhere!

When she lives at his palace, the maiden niece of a bishop can pass for a respectable woman because, if she has a love affair, she is obliged to hoodwink her uncle.

A man lets you know who he is by how he treats others.

Growing up, I always wanted to be a singer, and Ive done that.

The shimmering night does not stay for mortals, not misfortunes, nor wealth, but in a moment it is gone, and to the turn of another comes joy and loss.

If you ever feel distant, never mistake who has drifted away. Prayer will close this gap.