So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortall life the leafe, the bud, the flowre

The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.

Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.

She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.

So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.

I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.

Thankfulness is the tune of angels.

All for love, and nothing for reward.

Be bold, and everywhere be bold.

For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.

Children are a blessing. They are a happiness so sharp that it feels like pain.

Thanks be to God, Who gives us sufferingas sacred remedy for all our sins, that best and purest essence which preparesthe strong in spirit for divine delights!

Know why I smile so much out there? It's because I'm having so much fun.

Who paies the Physitian, does the cure.

Girls when it says "I love you" - it's like a second baptism - It gives them a whole new heart - As at the end of the egg.

Ignorance is venomous and it murders the soul, spreading like a virus, running rampant, out of control.

I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home.

He was determined to discover the underlying logic behind the universe. Which was going to be hard, because there wasn't one.

Whoever puts his confidence in men or in any creature is very foolish.

No man has greater confidence than I have in the spirit of the people, to a rational extent. Whatever they can, they will.