In a somer seson, whan softe was the sonne, I shoop me into shroudes as I a sheep were, In habite an heremite unholy of werkes, Went wide in this world wondres to here.

There smites nothing so sharp, nor smelleth so sour as shame.

But all the wickedness in the world which man may do or think is no more to the mercy of God than a live coal dropped in the sea.

Like father, like son: every good tree maketh good fruits.

For if hevene be on this erthe, and ese to any soule,It is in cloistre or in scole.

I kan noght parfitly my Paternoster as the preest it syngeth,But I kan rymes of Robyn Hood and Randolf Erl of Chestre.

A fair feeld ful of folk fond I ther bitwene -Of alle manere of men, the meene and the riche,Werchynge and wandrynge as the world asketh.

Who will bell the cat?

Al the povere peple tho pescoddes fetten; Benes and baken apples thei broghte in hir lappe, Chibolles and chervelles and ripe chiries manye, And profrede Piers this present to plese with Hunger.

It is true that you may have lost some time in the past. You may have allowed your life melt away with your time, but the good news is that you still have the future.

Thou mayest choose an helpmeet, " said the King to me.An helpmeet? What the great googly-moogly was that?

It's Survival of Them Who's Best at Nicking Things, girl!

All the dreams you show up in are not your own.

The only certain freedom's in departure.

I believe that what woman resents is not so much giving herself in pieces as giving herself purposelessly.

There are too many steps in this castle, and it seems to me they add a few every night, just to vex me" - Maester Cressen

My favorite subject was either English or History. I had a really awesome high school education.

My policy was just to give good things for sports in my region.

When people don't want to come, nothing will stop them.