“How oft do they their silver bowers leave
To come to succour us that succour want!”

“We’ve got to show that if you say “yes I condemn terror – but the are inferior”, or “violence in London isn’t justified, but suicide bombs in Israel are a different matter” – then you too are part of the problem. Unwittingly or not, and in a lot of cases it’s not unwittingly, you are providing succour to those who want to commit, or get others to commit to, violence.”

David Cameron (1966) Former Prime Minister of the United Kingdom

“Yon rising Moon that looks for us again —
How oft hereafter will she wax and wane;
How oft hereafter rising look for us
Through this same Garden — and for one in vain!”

Omar Khayyám (1048–1131) Persian poet, philosopher, mathematician, and astronomer

“Buffalo Bill's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death”

E.E. Cummings (1894–1962) American poet

“When Nature gives a gorgeous rose,
Or yields the simplest fern,
She writes this motto on the leaves, —
"To whom it may concern!"
And so it is the poet comes
And revels in her bowers,
And, — though another hold the land,
Is owner of the flowers.”

John Godfrey Saxe (1816–1887) American poet

“Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath,
The clam'rous lapwings feel the leaden death;
Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare,
They fall, and leave their little lives in air.”

Alexander Pope book Windsor Forest

“We all lose sometimes. We fail to get what we want. Friends and loved ones leave. We make a decision we regret. We try our hardest and come up short. It's not the losing that defines us. It's how we lose. It's what we do afterward.”

Scott Jurek (1973) American ultramarthon runner

“One must know how to enter the ideas of others and how to leave them. One must know how to leave one's own ideas and how to come back to them.”

Joseph Joubert (1754–1824) French moralist and essayist

“Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain
Clings cruelly to us.”

John Keats Endymion

“Do they want me to stay? Do they want me to leave? Do they want me to hang myself? To kill myself? What do they want?”

Ai Weiwei (1957) Chinese concept artist