Edmund Waller

All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.

History is the transformation of tumultuous conquerors into silent footnotes.

If every time you engage in a sex act, you go into a confession box, you will never accept your own sexuality.

We define ourselves as intelligent. That's odd, because we're doing the definition - We're creating our own definition and saying, 'We are intelligent!'