“Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.”

As soon as there was two there was pride.

Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

What if this present were the world’s last night?

Only our love hath no decay; this, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, running it never runs from us away, but truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.

Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.

I am a little world made cunningly.

Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.

Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.

Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though ‘Tis got by chance, ‘Tis kept by art.

And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.

Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?

The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.

Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.

It doesn’t even matter if I don’t win a self-gold – after every meet, I have pizza. Pepperoni pizza.

If I won gold in 2016, I think it would change my life.

Friendships born on the field of athletic strife are the real gold of competition. Awards become corroded, friends gather no dust.

We must pursue the removal of church property by any means necessary in order to secure for ourselves a fund of several hundred million gold rubles.

The public wanted a fairy princess to come and touch them and everything would turn to gold. Little did they realise that the individual is crucifying herself inside because she didn’t think she was good enough.

When I was little, I would always lie about the stupidest things. In kindergarten or first grade, I would tell people I had tigers living in my attic and a room full of gold.

The battles that count aren’t the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself – the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us – that’s where it’s at.

There is no honest man! not one, that can resist the attraction of gold!