“Builders, raise the ceiling high, Raise the dome into the sky, Hear the wedding song! For the happy groom is near, Tall as Mars, and statelier, Hear the wedding song!”

With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down

He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.

Some say an army of horsemen, or infantry, A fleet of ships is the fairest thing On the face of the black earth, but I say It’s what one loves.

How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away.

Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.

Experience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.

Hesperus bringing together All that the morning star scattered.

The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.

Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart.

The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars.

From all the offspring of the earth and heaven love is the most precious.

I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.

Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.

You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us.

Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.

The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.

I do think the job of a writer is to raise questions and nobody likes the questions being asked.

I spoke to my dad, and he said it took close to 90 dollars to raise me. But that was me and my sister, and my sister moved out when she was 16, so sometimes it can knock you up to triple digits to raise a kid.

I’m really sort of cautious about being too didactic. To me there are writers that can do that, but I think they drown in that after a while.

I always tried to raise money for the Black Panthers through business schemes.

The philosophers Camus and Sartre raise the question whether or not a man can condemn himself.

When the natives met the travelers, guess what they gave All praise due to the seeds they raised

To be is to stand for.

The winds of God’s grace are always blowing, it is for us to raise our sails.