Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time
Quote by John Donne
But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.
As peace is of all goodness, so war is an emblem, a hieroglyphic, of all...
Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call...
Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.
Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
We asked none leave to love; nor will we owe Any, so cheap a death,...
Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal...
Be your own palace, or the world is your jail.
Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee.
The day breaks not, it is my heart.
I call not that virginity a virtue, which resideth only in the bodies integrity; much...
Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, / And death shall be no more; death,...
God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his...
If you believe in God, believe in Death Row East.
My father, now in heaven, is a keeper of the birds. And his eye is...
God did not create hurry