Shall I compare thee to a barrel of apples?Though art more hairy, but sweeter inside.Rough winds couldn't keep me from taking you to chapel, Where finally a horse could take a bride...

He wanted to tell her she'd have more room if she'd just get rid of her books, but he supposed that in her case, it would be like telling a mother she'd have more room if she threw out her children.

Because he was English and that's what the English do under stress: they drink tea.

The odds are stacked against us until we realize: We make the odds.

Men, I still think, ought to be weighed, not counted. Their worth ought to be the final estimate of their value.

The bougainvillea hung about it, purple and magenta, in livid balloons.

A traditional Englishman drinks tea to the point where his blood has long-since been replaced with an infusion of Ceylon, Assam, and Darjeeling.

Keep on listening & tapping your feet.

The devil divides the world between atheism and superstition.

Transparency is not the same as looking straight through a building: it's not just a physical idea, it's also an intellectual one.

I really don't think about my career, in terms of planning it out and what any role does for me.

Collectively, we activists are essential to advancing U.S. policy to help empower marginalized people to lift themselves and their communities out of poverty for good.

I have often said that it doesn't matter to me if a student tells me he is a leader of the left, unless he is a good student. We need good students.