Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

Knowledge enormous makes a god of me.

Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.

Ay, on the shores of darkness there is a light, and precipices show untrodden green; there is a budding morrow in midnight; there is triple sight in blindness keen.

To silence gossip, don't repeat it.

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.

All writing is a form of prayer.