For men use, if they have an evil turn, to write it in marble; and whoso doth us a good turn we write it in dust.

As for rosemary, I let it run all over my garden walls, not only because my bees love it but because it is the herb sacred to remembrance and to friendship, whence a sprig of it hath a dumb language.

An absolutely new idea is one of the rarest things known to man.

Yea, marry, now it is somewhat, for now it is rhyme; before, it was neither rhyme nor reason.

By confronting us with irreducible mysteries that stretch our daily vision to include infinity, nature opens an inviting and guiding path toward a spiritual life.

One of the greatest problems of our time is that many are schooled but few are educated.

Getting married is like putting one's hand in a bag containing 99 serpents and one eel.