Hark, the glad sound! The Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long; Let every heart exult with joy, And every voice be song!

Awake, my soul! Stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown.

Perish each thought of human pride, let God alone be magnified.

Let us live while we live.

His goodness stands approved,Unchanged from day to day;I'll drop my burden at His feet,And bear a song away.

Grace! 'tis a charming Sound, Harmonious to my Ear! Heav'n with the Echo shall resound, And all the Earth shall hear.

I am more afraid of doing what is wrong than of dying.

If nobody loves you, be sure it is your own fault.

Ye servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of the heavenly word, And watchful at his gate.

Every endured a hardship is a discipline in the spirit.

We are all in trouble.... with a bunch of dead people.

Be it tart or sweet, always savor the moment. You'll not taste one just like it again.

Too much praise cannot be bestowed on those who managed my artillery.

Each Desaparecidos's song has a seed that it came from. We're trying to take that and broaden it out and make it resonate with people.

I think Star Trek has been very double-edged for all of us - as actors, writers, directors.

Planning other people's actions means to prevent them from planning for themselves, means to deprive them of their essentially human quality, means enslaving them.

We may listen to our inner self-and still not know which ocean we hear roaring.

I've been lucky to work with people that I like most of the time. If I don't like them, I'll play head games with them to get their minds spinning.

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven