Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

the soul of conversation is sympathy

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

To live in the hearts of others is not to die

Your belief systems limit your reality to a sub-set of the solution space that does not contain the answer.

The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything.

Dig a little deeper. Think of something that we've never thought of before.

It was easy to run around barefoot in oblivion in Costa Rica. But once I gave birth to my child, I didnt want to be oblivious to the obvious.

It's hard to get by just upon a smile.

When you think you're good, you will play at that level. If you doubt yourself, you will play like crap.

It's always fun to get to do things that stretch you and that you don't get to do a lot, but you never know until you see it.

Rejoicing is the essence of genuine worship. A sad face (apart from remorse for sin or regret concerning the pain of others) is an affront to a gracious and generous God.

I have 15,000 comics in a warehouse, all bagged individually.

I like to have a hectic schedule.

Without mathematics, there’s nothing you can do. Everything around you is mathematics. Everything around you is numbers.

He sparked on his body that reflect like mini mirrors of diamond