They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up.

And malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.

Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.

That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.

Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again.

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

The last hour from midnight had lost half its quarters, and the stars went lifting up the great minutes.

The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.

Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.

I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.

Take the Kama Sutra. How many people died from the Kama Sutra as opposed to the Bible? Who wins?

If I you were able to count all the snowflakes outside

If all our happiness is bound up entirely in our personal circumstances it is difficult not to demand of life more than it has to give.

Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.

I was dyslexic, so I was put in the silly class at school.

When one door closes, another one opens, but sometimes we wait too long looking at the closed door, and never realize that another door has been opened.

I like to get to bed with a clear head.

Your health and well being should be your number one priority, nothing else is more important.

I sometimes feel that racism is getting worse.

I sing the body electric.