Calm on the listening ear of night Come Heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far Her silver-mantled plains.

Death is a stage in human progress, to be passed as we would pass from childhood to youth, or from youth to manhood, and with the same consciousness of an everlasting nature.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her.

I had aimed at Mars and was about to hit Venus unquestionably the all-time cosmic record for poor shots.

How easy it is to read the Scriptures and give a kind of nominal assent to the truth and yet never to appropriate what it tells us!

Difficult years lie ahead, patience is required.

Love can only consist in failure...on the fallacious assumption that it is a relationship. But it is not. It is a production of truth.

Except for events that carry great weight, it is not experience per se, but how they match expectations, that governs their emotional impact

I recognize that there are some great things about not playing a song live, and just kind of piecing it together as you go.

I think I invented the phrase 'Don't overdo it.'

Why is it so easy to acquire the solutions of past problems and so difficult to solve current ones