Only in souls the Christ is brought to birth, And there He lives and dies.

Oh, grown-ups cannot understand, And grown-ups never will, How short the way to fairyland Across the purple hill.

Heart of my heart, the world is young; Love lies hidden in every rose!

There’s a magic in the distance, where the sea-line meets the sky.

Happy, happy, happy for all that God hath done, Glad of all the little leaves dancing in the sun.

Beauty is a fading flower,Truth is but a wizard's tower,Where a solemn death-bell tolls,And a forest round it rolls.

Outlawed, but not alone, for Love Is outlawed, too. You cannot banish us, proud world: We banish you.

Luke associates John with Peter in Acts, when, after the Resurrection, that strange boldness had come upon the disciples.

I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.

Bring the buds of the hazel-copse, Where two lovers kissed at noon; Bring the crushed red wild-thyme tops Where they murmured under the moon.

If ever I had any doubts about the fundamental realities of religion, they could always be dispelled by one memory- the light upon my father's face as he came back from early communion.

Few can foresee whither their road will lead them, till they come to its end.

Blonde hair drawn into a no-nonsense bun, her new manicure the deep red of fresh blood, she’d even donned a blouse and slacks for the occasion, something Neve had forgotten Veronica owned.

I'm not the best singer in the world I'm just good at picking up what I want to sound like.

It's always music first, or melody and words together, but never words first.

Most of my recorded material has been in small group configurations. I have not released large orchestral works as recordings because it hasn't been within the realm of possibility.

It is my firm belief that I have a link with the past and a responsibility to the future. I cannot give up. I cannot despair. There's a whole future, generations to come. I have to keep trying.

The truth of country music, the real stuff, will prevail ..... generation after generation.

They talk about who won and who lost. Human reason won. Mankind won.

Tomorrow never comes.

I discovered that a lot of the songs I like, they're fantasies, a vision of something, but you don't actually live there.