Samuel Daniel

By adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration, and all the fair examples of renown, out of distress and misery are grown.

Custom, that is before all law; Nature, that is above all art.

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.

Another thing that freaks me out is time. Time is like a book. You have a beginning, a middle and an end. It's just a cycle.

You can be very wild and still be very wise.