Our faults are not seen, But past us; neither felt, but only in The punishment.

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 Christ’s love fills our hearts, it puts selfishness on the run.

Love is beautiful, yet the worst of crimes are committed in the name of love. So when someone claims to love you, you should question their intent.

If you do not move in synchronization with time, you will be left behind.

The young man knows the rules but the old man knows the exceptions.

What is the purpose of memory? Is it a trick to make sure we don't forget who we are by reminding us of who we were?

The fundamental task is to achieve smallness within large organisation.

Change is all about motion, motion is all about uncertainty and we are deeply uncomfortable with uncertainty.

If you go to Heaven without being naturally qualified for it you will not enjoy yourself there.

A riot is the language of the unheard.

The only statistics you can trust are those you falsified yourself.