The Lord who gave us Earth and Heaven Takes that as thanks for all He's given. The book he lent is given back All blotted red and smutted black.

I have seen the Lady April bringing the daffodils, Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.

Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.

I hold that when a person dies / His soul returns again to earth; / Arrayed in some new flesh disguise / Another mother gives him birth / With sturdier limbs and brighter brain.

O lovely lily clean, O lily springing green, O lily bursting white, Dear lily of delight, Spring in my heart agen That I may flower to men.

I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.

Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down.

The three foundations of judgement: Bold Design, Constant Practice, and Frequent Mistakes.

Success is the brand on the brow of the man who aimed too low.

What am I, Life? A thing of watery salt Held in cohesion by unresting cells, Which work they know not why, which never halt, Myself unwitting where their Master dwells?

To most of us the future seems unsure. But then it always has been; and we who have seen great changes must have great hopes.

A decorator can make lots of money - assuming she wins the lottery.

Happiness grows at our firesides and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.

I like English, and I like writing essays, and that kind of stuff.

Mission is the practical demonstration, whether by speech or by action, of the glorious lordship of Jesus.

I was surrounded by too many people who felt that they had a strong sense of entitlement. That I owed them something.

Our whole message is it's easy to just keep preaching to the church and people that already come.

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.

When it comes to letting people marry whomever they love, Mitt Romney says, "No."

Every error pronounces judgment on itself when it attempts to apply its rules to the standard of truth.

To worship is to remember Who owns the house.