“Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire”

Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high

This a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.

Curs’d be that wretch (Death’s factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make.

Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!

To-day is ours; what do we fear? To-day is ours; we have it here. Let’s treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay.

Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.

As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.

The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government

I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.

Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; ‘Tis fill’d wherever thou dost tread, Nature’s self’s thy Ganymede.

Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!

When Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree

Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.

God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.

The world’s a scene of changes.

And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.

Every morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard to plan the day. But if we forget to savor the world, what possible reason do we have for saving it? In a way, the savoring must come first.

I think a repressive regime always fears people who are awakened – particularly ordinary people. If they are awakened, I think governments all over the world feel uncomfortable about that; they want to be in control.

We are witnessing a great awakening. Millions of Texans, millions of Americans are rising up to reclaim our country, to defend liberty and to restore the Constitution.

We are seeing a great awakening. A national movement of We the People, brought together by what unites us – a shared love of liberty, and an understanding of the unlimited potential of free men and free women.

Prayer is like lying awake at night, afraid, with your head under the cover, hearing only the beating of your own heart.

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.

Long before the awakening of thought on earth, manifestations of cosmic energy must have been produced which have no parallel today.

That is a dream also; only he has remained asleep, while you have awakened; and who knows which of you is the most fortunate?