There is only one blasphemy, and that is the refusal to experience joy.

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them, Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.

William Shakespeare

Our heart oft times wakes when we sleep, and God can speak to that, either by words, by proverbs, by signs and similitudes, as well as if one was awake.

John Bunyan

There is no greater joy than that of feeling oneself a creator. The triumph of life is expressed by creation.

Henri Bergson

He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

You hate someone whom you really wish to love, but whom you cannot love. Perhaps he himself prevents you. That is a disguised form of love.

Sri Chinmoy

I was recording stuff with my dad when I was like five, six years old. I played with him on tour. I'd gone with him to Japan in '91, played some gigs, did a couple shows at the Albert Hall.

Dhani Harrison

A German immersed in any civilization different from his own loses a weight equivalent in volume to the amount of intelligence he displaces.

Jose Bergamin

I'm very romantic.

Carmen Electra

Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation

William Shakespeare

All men are alike in their lower natures; it is in their higher characters that they differ.

Christian Nevell Bovee

Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.

Washington Irving

Never look back; you may only find what you left or let you go.

Stefanos Livos