“A good poet’s made as well as born.”

The soul of man is infinite in what it covets.

To struggle when hope is banished! To live when life’s salt is gone! To dwell in a dream that’s vanished- To endure, and go calmly on!

My thoughts and I were of another world.

Nor for my peace will I go far, As wanderers do, that still do roam, But make my strengths, such as they are, Here in my bosom, and at home.

The way to rise is to obey and please.

A new disease? I know not, new or old, but it may well be called poor mortals plague for, like a pestilence, it doth infect the houses of the brain till not a thought, or motion, in the mind, be free from the black poison of suspect.

Affliction teacheth a wicked person sometime to pray; prosperity never.

Who falls for love of God, shall rise a star.

The world knows only two, that’s Rome and I.

Cares that have entered once in the breast, will have whole possession of the rest.

Fortune, that favors fools.

It is a note Of upstart greatness to observe and watch For these poor trifles, which the noble mind Neglects and scorns.

Hang sorrow, care’ll kill a cat.

A good king is a public servant.

Drink today, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do it tomorrow; Best, while you have it, use your breath; There is no drinking after death.

The two chief things that give a man reputation in counsel, are the opinion of his honesty, and the opinion of his wisdom; the authority of those two will persuade.

For someone whos made it clear that her life is superior to every other students at this school, you sure make it a habit of pursuing every facet of our boring, worthless lives.

The Eighth Commandment was not made for bards.

Hold up your head! You were not made for failure, you were made for victory. Go forward with a joyful confidence.

That gracious thing, made up of tears and light.

I made up my mind long ago that life was too short to do anything for myself that I could pay others to do for me.

Blueprint 3′ is made up of songs, but it’s also a commentary on the idea that in order for rap to survive, we have to stretch out the drama.

Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.

I want a girl because I want to bring her up so that she shan’t make the mistakes I’ve made.