“Love will not be constrain’d by mastery. When mast’ry comes, the god of love anon Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone. Love is a thing as any spirit free.”

Patience is a conquering virtue. The learned say that, if it not desert you, It vanquishes what force can never reach; Why answer back at every angry speech? No, learn forbearance or, I’ll tell you what, You will be taught it, whether you will or not.

In love there is but little rest.

And gladly would he learn and gladly teach.

Full wise is he that can himself know.

Death is the end of every worldly pain.

Mercy surpasses justice.

All good things must come to an end.

That field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears.

Make a virtue of necessity.

Great peace is found in little busy-ness.

Time lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be.

The handsome gifts that fate and nature lend us Most often are the very ones that end us.

If were not foolish young, were foolish old.

One cannot scold or complain at every word. Learn to endure patiently, or else, as I live and breathe, you shall learn it whether you want or not.

A love grown old is not the love once new.

There’s never a new fashion but it’s old.

The freedom to do your best means nothing unless you are willing to do your best.

Freedom. I will not give you up.

There is no tyrant like custom, and no freedom where its edicts are not resisted.

I love music. It’s freedom, a way to deal with pent-up frustration.

I do what I do. You like it, great. You don’t, go listen to somebody else. I’m stickin’ with the people who stuck with me.

I’ve been able to find a lot of what I’ve not had before: freedom, bravery, fearlessness. It’s empowering to find those things.

I really hate bureaucracy and the idea that I’m not a free person.

The past is gone, the future is not here, now I am free of both. Right now, I choose joy.