John Denham

Youth, what man's age is like to be, doth show; We may our ends by our beginnings know.

Books should to one of these fours ends conduce, for wisdom, piety, delight, or use.

Search not to find things too deeply hid; Nor try to know things whose knowledge is forbid.

The thing about great poetry is we have no defenses against it.

Money isn't money anymore. Time doesn't feel like time anymore. Your sense of community, it's evaporated, too, or it's turned into something you visit at 2 A.M. on a website.

All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar's teeth.