Together linkt with adamantine chains.

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.

If we have received a precious gift from God, it is our imagination. When we tap into our powers of imagination, we are bombs of possibilities.

I have come back again to where I belong not an enchanted place but the walls are strong.

Never trash-talk yourself or others. Stay curious. Speak your truth.

As it has been finely expressed, "Principle is a passion for truth." And as an earlier and homelier writer hath it, "The truths we believe in are the pillars of our world.

I feel like I flunked at adolescence really badly. I found it really difficult.

Nonprofits are the intermediaries between generosity and social change.

In creating the world, God used arithmetic, geometry, and likewise astronomy.

Is it true that if you don’t USE it you LOSE it?

My yardstick is how somebody treats me.

I never realized that the blue sky I saw was not the soft, nurturing sky of spring, but the cold, chilling, lonely sky of winter