By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows!

With drooping bells of clearest blue Thou didst attract my childish view, Almost resembling The azure butterflies that flew Where on the heath thy blossoms grew So lightly trembling.

Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.

No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung,Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.Majestic silence.

Eternity has no gray hairs! The flowers fade, the heart withers, man grows old and dies, the world lies down in the sepulchre of ages, but time writes no wrinkles on the brow of Eternity.

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid. Star of the east the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.

Then on! then on! where duty leads,My course be onward still.

Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower.

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee.

Thus heavenly hope is all serene,But earthly hope, how bright soe'er,Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene,As false and fleeting as 't is fair.

It is an occupational hazard that anyone who has spent her life learning how to lie eventually becomes bad at telling the truth.

Prayer is a conversation between two people who love each other -you and the Lord-and you don't have to use fancy or religious words to dialogue with him.

What's tragic isn't that we can't retaliate...What's truly tragic is......being consumed with vengeance and not being able to live your life.

We go where our deepest desires take us.

Self-interest is but the survival of the animal in us. Humanity only begins for man with self-surrender.

There is an army of waiters in this world.

It is usually when men are at their most religious that they behave with the least sense and the greatest cruelty.

To me gender is not physical at all, but is altogether insubstantial. It is soul, perhaps, it is talent, it is taste, it is environment, it is how one feels, it is light and shade, it is inner music.

I do, have done and always will believe that I am very capable of performing and thriving at any level of the sport.

I think you only really feel like an outsider if you've been an insider.