Low gurgling laughter, as sweet As the swallow's song i' the South, And a ripple of dimples that, dancing, meet By the curves of a perfect mouth.

Happy the heart that keeps its twilight hour, And, in the depths of heavenly peace reclined, Loves to commune with thoughts of tender power,-- A shining Jacob's-ladder of the mind!

Their conversation was like root canal without anaesthesia.

What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.

I don't want to stand with somebody's praise.

I see the light at the end of the tunnel, so I'm going hard.

Of all the things in the world that can set the heart burning, there is nothing like the presence of Jesus!

North Korea and evangelical empires have the same principle of leadership: nepotism to the nth degree. You may not get the call, but you inherit the mailing list.

I have a feeling that once you live through something like this, you become a little bit invincible.

All is lost! Monks, Monks, Monks! So, now all is gone - Empire, Body, and Soul!.

I don't like that [scaring] feeling and I watch the news every day because of it. It's going to be hard to fix all of these problems that seem absolutely unfixable to me.

There is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a biography, the life of a man.