Whoever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he's one that goes To sea for nothing but to make him sick.

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.

We can only love one another deeply from the heart, for there is home of sacredness.

Sometimes my life is in gray color but sometimes it is just like a rainbow.

If life gives you the wobbles make jelly.

In my opinion, actual heroism, like actual love, is a messy, painful, vulnerable business—and I wanted to try to reflect that.

Our response has been, "Well, let's then make an effort to get the Israelis and the Palestinians to sit around the table." That hasn't happened. So we only have ourselves to blame for this crisis.

I can't envisage stopping writing.

I think there's a lot you can learn from everybody; everybody has a story and a strength within them.

Prediction is a low form of journalism.

The greatness of a man is measured by the way he treats the little man. Compassion for the weak is a sign of greatness

Good Americans, when they die, go to Paris.