John Lyly

The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted.

To give reason for fancy were to weigh the fire, and measure the wind.

Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame.

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

Deep down, there is in the substance of the cosmos a primordial disposition, sui generis, for self-arrangement and self-involution.

AIDS is such a scary thing and it's also the kind of thing that you think won't happen to you. It can happen to you and it's deadly serious.