“I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.”

God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

Listen to many, speak to a few.

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.

No profit grows where no pleasure is taken.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.

Thus with a kiss I die.

A light heart lives long.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.

If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Meditating on the nature and dignity of prayer can cause saying at least one thing to God: Lord, teach us to pray!

I do what I can to convey what I experience before nature and most often, in order to succeed in conveying what I feel, I totally forget the most elementary rules of painting, if they exist that is.

Isn’t it a lovely thing watching flowers greet the wind as if a gentle kiss is all they need to dance.

Somedays, I just need to switch it all off, and turn to the trees.

She is evergreen with the blend of citrus madness in her being and veins.

Envy is human nature.

The richness I achieve comes from nature, the source of my inspiration.

Suicides are timid murderers. Masochism instead of Sadism.