“To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.”

I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.

I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that friend whom I love.

For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere.

Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.

God is so omnipresent. God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?

We give each other a smile with a future in it.

Death is an ascension to a better library.

I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.

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.

How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.

God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.

I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.

PAIN, n. An uncomfortable frame of mind that may have a physical basis in something that is being done to the body, or may be purely mental, caused by the good fortune of another.

I think you fall out of love with theater while you’re doing your eighth show of your eighteenth week and your body is saying, “Please make this end.”

My hands reached your body like braille, and your curves and edges tell a story of beauty and grace.

The man who feels like he’s a woman trapped in a man’s body, when he goes into the ladies room, it’s the other women whose privacy it seems to me as being violated by having this man walk in… regardless of how he feels.

I’m a gay man in a woman’s body.

Everybody does have a book in them, but in most cases that’s where it should stay.

I always tell my students, go where your body and soul want to go. When you have the feeling, then stay with it, and don’t let anyone throw you off.

We aren’t bodies at all; who we are is the love inside us, and it is that love alone that determines our value. When our minds are filled with light, there is no room for darkness.