Never start with tomorrow to reach eternity. Eternity is not being reached by small steps.

No Spring nor Summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one Autumnal face.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?

Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, angels affect us oft, and worshiped be.

What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.

When you are overwhelmed by your circumstances and it seems things are getting tougher, remember that God is still faithful and His faithfulness endures forever.

In fact, lying to ourselves may be the most dangerous thing in the world because we live our truth whether we are honest about it or not.

There you have it: our lives in a nutshell. Emphasis on nut.

An old man loved is Winter with flowers.

Plant spacious parks in your cities, and loose their gates as wide as the morning, to the whole people.

I am interested in all things that celebrate and enhance the female form.

Prototype as if you are right. Listen as if you are wrong.

Who is moving in the distance? It is the clock's pendulum, Hired by the god of death To measure life.

Electric power is everywhere present in unlimited quantities and can drive the world's machinery without the need of coal, oil, gas, or any other of the common fuels.

It's all storytelling, you know. That's what journalism is all about.