Yea from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records.

What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.

If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow

Use almost can change the stamp of nature.