Look in, and see Christ's chosen saint In triumph wear his Christ-like chain; No fear lest he should swerve or faint; "His life is Christ, his death is gain.

Peace is the first thing the angels sang.

And help us, this and every day, to live more nearly as we pray.

Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest-- But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm is blest.

Once you make up your mind never to stand waiting and hesitating when your conscience tells you what you ought to do, and you have got the key to every blessing that a sinner can reasonably hope for.

Blest are the pure in heart, for they shall see our God. The secret of the Lord is theirs; Their soul is Christ's abode.

When you find yourself overpowered, as it were, by melancholy, the best way is to go out and do something.

If the Church of England were to fail, it would be found in my parish

Give us grace to listen well.

New every morning is the love Our waking and uprising prove, Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life and power and thought.

Why should we faint and fear to live alone,Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die?Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own,Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh.

Historical materialism has every reason to distinguish itself sharply from bourgeois habits of thought. Its founding concept is not progress but actualization.

An important re-engineering principle is that companies should focus on their core competence and outsource everything else.

You must believe the unbelievable, snatch the possible out of the impossible.

I don't want my life to be explainable without the Holy Spirit.

Moving first is a tactic, not a goal.

The river knows the way to the sea: Without a pilot it runs and falls, Blessing all lands with its charity.

When you write - explode - fly apart - disintegrate! Then give time enough to think, cut, rework, and rewrite.

Guessing isn't knowing.

Communism is one of the options that can improve people's lives.

What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poisoned flattery?