God is gone up on high with a triumphant noise.

Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees, And looks to God alone; Laughs at impossibilities, And cries it shall be done.

Amazing Love! how can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

O for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer's praise, the glories of my God and King, the triumphs of his grace!

Peace on earth, and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled.

Be friends of everyone. Be enemies of no-one

The person who bears and suffers evils with meekness and silence is the sum of a Christian man.

He left His Father's throne above, (So free, so infinite His grace!) Emptied Himself of all but love, And bled for Adam's helpless race.

And all things as they change proclaim The Lord eternally the same.

Jesus, Thou art all compassion, pure unbounded love Thou art; Visit us with Thy salvation, enter every trembling heart.

To God your every Want In instant Prayer display, Pray always; Pray, and never faint; Pray, without ceasing, Pray.

I am often guilty of expecting the worst so as to avoid disappointment and welcome surprise.

If I let a gust of wind or a sprinkling of rain turn me aside from the easy tasks, what preparation would such sloth be for the future I propose myself?

For Tolstoy . . . anything that human beings do has its glory. . . . I think he can be said to have hated nothing that ever happened.

I'm a tomboy. I ride motorcycles, I play polo. I was on a paintball team when I was younger. Endlessly.

I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.

My strength is basically my get off. It is overpowering. I can get after the quarterback on first, second and third down. I pride myself on being an every down guy.

Human feeling is like the mighty rivers that bless the earth: it does not wait for beauty — it flows with resistless force and brings beauty with it.

Old maids, having never bent their temper or their lives to other lives and other tempers, as woman's destiny requires, have for the most part a mania for making everything about them bend to them.

When you see what is not real, this laughter comes

The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.