Were I as base as is the lowly plain, And you, my Love, as high as heaven above, Yet should the thoughts of me, your humble swain,.

If you're willing to take the humiliation of sticking your head above the crowd, maybe it's, you know, the pleasure will be worth the pain.

When I was in junior high school, the teachers voted me the student most likely to end up in the electric chair.

The divine is not something high above us. It is in heaven, it is in earth, it is inside us.

I swear 'tis better to be lowly born,And range with humble livers in content,Than to be perked up in a glistering grief,And wear a golden sorrow.

I wasn't above having thoughts of God's wrath.