Stay, O sweet, and do not rise; The light that shines comes from thine eyes; The day breaks not, it is my heart, Because that you and I must part.

Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce, For, he tames it, that fetters it in verse.

BUSY old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?

Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.

It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;

I think it mercy if Thou wilt forget.

“Closing your eyes isn’t going to change anything. Nothing’s going to disappear just because you can’t see what’s going on…. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes.”

When I was a child, kids used to make fun of me because I was blind. But I just became more curious, 'How can I climb this tree and get an apple for this girl?' That's what mattered to me.

I think honestly, some people who think they're gay, they're confused.

"What is obscenity? And to whom?"

"The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstacy is holy!"

"What if someone gave a war and Nobody came?"

Long is the way and hard, that out of Hell leads up to light.

Awake, arise or be for ever fall’n.

Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven.

What hath night to do with sleep?

They also serve who only stand and wait.

Ah, why should all mankind For one man's fault, be condemned, If guiltless?

Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?

Luck is the residue of design.

Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe.

Then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A Paradise within thee, happier far.

Nto this wilde Abyss the warie fiend Stood on the brink of Hell and look'd a while, Pondering his Voyage; for no narrow frith He had to cross.

And on their naked limbs the flowry roof/Show'r'd Rose, which the Morn repair'd.