So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.

'Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do.

No, when the fight begins within himself, A man's worth something.

Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.

Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?

Ignorance is not innocence but sin.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.

But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?

Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.

Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.

It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.

Autumn wins you best by this, its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.

We assume that celebrities have it easy and so love to watch them having to endure a bit of hardship.

I love Nautilus and stretching. The results are immediate, and that gives me the motivation to continue.

I am a ordinary teenager. I fall in love like everyone else.

I don't call you handsome, sir, though I love you most dearly: far too dearly to flatter you. Don't flatter me.

The essential elements of giving are power and love - activity and affection - and the consciousness of the race testifies that in the high and appropriate exercise of these is a blessedness greater than any other.

My mother keeps things in perspective for me. She makes me realize that the acting I do and love is no more important than what one of my brothers does-he works in a shoe repair shop. If my career ever tapers off, I'll go to college.

Actors love mental disorders, dialects, and corsets. Give them one of the three and they're happy.

My goal is, of course, for this show to do well, and I would love it if people liked it.

I love living on that stage. Without that, I'd die.

I love my DSL, but I love my WiFi more. And I probably get on the Internet 40 percent to 50 percent more because of the combination of those technologies.

But I love New York. I used to set my alarm clock when I was there, and get up at 4am and get a coffee, just because I could.

I love children and I love men, but I can't commit to either for the rest of my life.

Sitting at home the way I do, I'd just love the hear from people. It'd be a great help in passing the time.

The wise are wise only because they love. The fool are fools only because they think they can understand love.

We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together.

Love is a mutual self-giving which ends in self-recovery.

People react to fear, not love; they don't teach that in Sunday School, but it's true.

I sort of understood that when I first started: that you shouldn't repeat a success. Very often you're going to, and maybe the first time you do, it works. And you love it. But then you're trapped.

There is love there. And then there's times when I can't even stomach Simon. You don't have to sit next to him. That's all I have to say.

When I see children, I see the face of God. That's why I love them so much. That's what I see.

One can love a child, perhaps, more deeply than one can love another adult, but it is rash to assume that the child feels any love in return.

I love pasta with the homemade marinara sauce I had as a kid.

They who love dancing too much seem to have more brains in their feet than in their head.

I think I had a more European outlook about the body and sex. The body is in no way dirty, and sex is something beautiful to give to and share with a lover. It has nothing to do with promiscuity, because I only believe in being in love with one man at a time.

I love biomedical science, I love astronomy, and you can't really do much with those in a fantasy setting.

I love the male body, it's better designed than the male mind.