Oh! lovely voices of the skyWhich hymned the Saviour's birth, Are ye not singing still on high, Ye that sang, "Peace on earth"?

There is in all this cold and hollow world, No fount of deep, strong,deathless love ;save that within a mother's heart

Though the past haunt me as a spirit, I do not ask to forget.

Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, Suffering, yet hoping all things.

Oh, call my brother back to me!I cannot play alone:The summer comes with flower and bee,-Where is my brother gone?

There’s beauty all around our paths, If but our watchful eyes Can trace it ’midst familiar things, And through their lowly guise.

What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine, The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine.

We pine for kindred natures To mingle with our own.

Passing away" is written on the world and all the world contains.

Oh! lovely voices of the sky Which hymned the Saviour's birth, Are ye not singing still on high, Ye that sang, "Peace on earth"?

There is strength deep bedded in our hearts, of which we reck but little till the shafts of heaven have pierced its fragile dwelling. Must not earth be rent before her gems are found?

You do not give your precious body to the billy clubs of Birmingham sheriffs, nor to the insidious activity of the streets.

It was all written. When life is going to be breathed into you, and when it's going to be taken away. Each person's mission on earth is pre-planned.

I hate books they teach us only to talk about what we do not know.

If you look at a lot of animated movies, they don't pay attention to how things move through space.

people think they have to be good before they can act good. But ... it works just as well the other way 'round.

The simplest secret of reaching any place is to start walking! If people say you can't reach there, close your ears to them and continue walking!

Oh, give us pleasure in the orch-ard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night.

In the Christianity of Christendom the Cross has become something like the child’s hobby-horse and trumpet.

Ive got a ton of stories about Chuck Knox, ... Over the course of my playing career, there was nobody that I learned to respect and appreciate more than I did Chuck Knox.

If you want to find somebody and you want to be married and you want to have children, don't make it a rock star.