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

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.

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

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

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.

You see the world in colors, I see in Black and Red.

Your never alone, look around you there are so many objects, they don't live but are there in your presence, your never truly alone

There are some movies you do for the character there are some movies you do for the people.

Fred Astaire is my hero. I love him because he was willing to kill himself to make his art look effortless. And because he proved it's possible to be an artist and a good person.

More and more, when I single out the person out who inspired me most, I go back to my grandfather.

We mustn't start off with the idea that there's only militarism, invasions, and occupations. We really have to look: What are the alternatives here?

Only a certain breed of actor should ever even try to work for Orson Welles. I'm glad I'm one of that breed.

People are hungry for God. What [a] terrible meeting [it] would be with our neighbour if we give them only ourselves.

The Beatles were just four guys that loved each other. That's all they'll ever be.

For every one of our failures, we had spreadsheets that looked awesome