Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view.

The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.

How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection recalls them to view; The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew.

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood When fond recollection presents them to view.

I read to be alone. I read so as not to be alone.

He Who Owns Himself Is Never Alone.

Man can live about forty days without food about three days without water about eight minutes without air ... but only for one second without hope.

Actually ninety-nine percent of my acting has nothing to do sci-fi or fantasy, I consider it a good part of my acting, and enjoy the roles I play.

[Cole Porter] sang like a hinge.

I'd sit on logs like pulpitslisten to the sermonof sparrowsand find god in Simplicity,there amongst the dandelionand thorn

For me writing has always felt like praying even when I wasn't writing prayers.

Men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, for everyone can see and few can feel. Every one sees what you appear to be, few really know what you are.

In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred; it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect.

The Christian life from start to finish is based upon this principle of utter dependence upon the Lord Jesus.