I will not look upon the quickening sun, But straight her beauty to my sense shall run; The air shall note her soft, the fire most pure; Water suggest her clear, and the earth sure; Time shall not lose our passages.

The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but the man knows that he knows.

we give each other a smile with a future in it

There is nothing that God hath established in a constant course of nature, and which therefore is done every day, but would seem a Miracle, and exercise our admiration, if it were done but once.

My world's both parts, and 'o! Both parts must die.

That which attempts to elevate the ugly to the level of beauty becomes neither; but an obscenity.

Between these two, the denying of sins, which we have done, and the bragging of sins, which we have not done, what a space, what a compass is there, for millions of millions of sins!