Hush my dear lie still and slumber Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.

For Satan always finds some mischief still for idle hands to do.

The eyes of a man in the jaundice make yellow observations on everything; and the soul tinctured with any passion diffuses a false color over the appearance of things.

Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Poesy and oratory omit things not essential, and insert little beautiful digressions, in order to place everything in the most effective light.

Every one of his opinions appears to himself to be written with sunbeams.

Speak softly. It is far better to rule by love than fear.Speak softly. Let no harsh words mar the good we may do here.

If I could reach from pole to pole or grasp the ocean with a span, I would be measured by the soul The mind's the standard of the Man.

When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.

Learning to trust is one of life's most difficult tasks.

Our God, our help in ages past,Our hope for years to come,Our shelter from the stormy blast,And our eternal home.

God Please help Man find his lost Freedom faster. So that the rest of the creatures on earth who deserve it more can have theirs back.

I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech tree or a yellow birch or an old acquaintance among the pines.

If the Starbucks secret is a smile when you get your latte... ours is that the Web site adapts to the individual's taste.

The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The air conditioning in Lamborghinis used to be an asthmatic sitting in the dashboard blowing at you through a straw.

I really wanted the MTV Award the most, It was a golden popcorn container and it looks really neat.

If war was hell and only hell and there were no other colors in the palate I don't think people would continue to make war.

I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you.

You know that only thing that has made the whole thing worthwhile has been those few times that I was able to truly connect with another person.

To have attained to the human form is a source of joy... What an incomparable bliss it is to undergo these countless transitions.