The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.

With drooping bells of clearest blue Thou didst attract my childish view, Almost resembling The azure butterflies that flew Where on the heath thy blossoms grew So lightly trembling.

Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.

No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung,Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.Majestic silence.

By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows!

Eternity has no gray hairs! The flowers fade, the heart withers, man grows old and dies, the world lies down in the sepulchre of ages, but time writes no wrinkles on the brow of Eternity.

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid. Star of the east the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

Then on! then on! where duty leads,My course be onward still.

Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower.

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee.

Thus heavenly hope is all serene,But earthly hope, how bright soe'er,Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene,As false and fleeting as 't is fair.

Because it's worth dreaming and expecting the best from you and others, because once you fulfill your dreams you can make other people happy as well.

A sick thought can devour the body's flesh more than fever or consumption.

Are you asking because you really want an answer?

The body must be perfection before the will is a functioning unit

Why mundanes always insist on taking responsibility for things that aren't their fault is a mystery to me. You didn't force that cocktail down his idiotic throat." -Jace, pg.241-

It didn't occur to me that it was possible to breathe life into Abraham Lincoln.

I had some surgery on my feet, which has helped my back some.

We can make war so terrible and make them so sick of war that generations pass away before they again appeal to it.

If I could give my teenaged self any advice, it would be 'Calm down!'