The flea though he kill none he does all the harm he can.

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.

Would I come off as a creepy-stalker-kind-of-guy or would it demonstrate that I cared?

Arguments are like eels: however logical, they may slip from the minds weak grasp unless fixed there by imagery and style.

Like now what Urban Outfitters has become is very much how I always dressed in high school by going to garage sales and getting stuff for 50 cents. Cost a little more now, to look like crap.

As a vessel is known by the sound, whether it be cracked or not; so men are proved, by their speeches, whether they be wise or foolish.

Everything that you receive is not measured according to its actual size, but, rather that of the receiving vessel.

Some moments are perfect, and then someone comes along and f*cks it up. Ain't it always the way.

Life is about rhythm. We vibrate, our hearts are pumping blood, we are a rhythm machine, that’s what we are.

It is part of politics to make things look better than they really are. What is a spin doctor but a serial euphemiser?

A textual analysis of the Second Amendment supports an individual right to bear arms.

Common sense ain't common.