Ay call it holy ground The soil where first they trod They have left unstained what there they found - Freedom to worship God.

In the busy haunts of men.

The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.

There is none In all this cold and hollow world no fount Of deep strong deathless love save that within A mother's heart.

The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast. And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches toss'd.

Ay call it holy ground The soil where first they trod. They have left unstained what there they found - Freedom to worship God.

Every year, we have 365 chances to begin a new lifetime.

And, of course, I'm constantly energized by designing courses around the world.

I was always realistic about the fact I wanted to be involved with big films.

I believe the American people have a genuine and justifiable fear of government intrusion in what they instinctively know is going to be an ever more intrusive world.

We need to bring personal responsibility back to the family!

War is just what we do. Yet, of course, the effects of it are repeatedly deeper, then deeper, then deeper.

But if you do believe, then you already know all about magic.

I look back on my life, comin' out of Macon, Georgia - I never thought I'd be a superstar, a living legend. I never heard of no rock and roll in my life.

From no place can you exclude the fates. [Lat., Nullo fata loco possis excludere.]

For the simplicity on this side of complexity, I wouldn't give you a fig. But for the simplicity on the other side of complexity, for that I would give you anything I have.