Around in silent grandeur stood The stately children of the wood; Maple and elm and towering pine Mantled in folds of dark woodbine.

Buttercups, bright eyed and bold, hold their chalices of gold to catch the sunshine and the dew.

And the stately lilies stand Fair in the silvery light, Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer; Their pure breath sanctifies the air, As its fragrance fills the night.

April's rare capricious loveliness.

Yet, O thou beautiful rose! Queen rose so fair and sweet. What were lover or crown to thee, without the clay at thy feet?

Aspirations pure and high Strength to do and to endure Heir of all the Ages, I Lo! I am no longer poor!

Stars will blossom in the darkness, Violets bloom beneath the snow.

No mother who stands upon low ground herself can hope to place her children upon a loftier plane. They may reach it, but it will not be through her.

Who soweth good seed shall surely reap; The year grows rich as it groweth old, And life's latest sands are its sands of gold!

Threshold is where the madness ends and the magic begins.

Here are the two best prayers I know: 'Help me, help me, help me' and 'Thank you, thank you, thank you.

The English never draw a line without blurring it.

The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple.

Skype actually does get a fair bit of revenue.

Until the lion learns to write, every story will glorify the hunter.

The madman who knows that he is mad is close to sanity.

In ancient Israel and Rome the judge had appeared as a stand-in for the divine, and corruption was a blinding of the representative of the divine.

Where are we? (Jericho) Noir’s happy place. It’s where he brings the beings he wants to play with. (Asmodeus) Punish. (Jericho) You say ta-mah-to. I say to-mah-to. (Asmodeus)

I contend that it's impossible to read the Sermon on the Mount and not come out against capital punishment.