How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower!

For Satan always finds some mischief still for idle hands to do.

The eyes of a man in the jaundice make yellow observations on everything; and the soul tinctured with any passion diffuses a false color over the appearance of things.

Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Poesy and oratory omit things not essential, and insert little beautiful digressions, in order to place everything in the most effective light.

Every one of his opinions appears to himself to be written with sunbeams.

Speak softly. It is far better to rule by love than fear.Speak softly. Let no harsh words mar the good we may do here.

If I could reach from pole to pole or grasp the ocean with a span, I would be measured by the soul The mind's the standard of the Man.

When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.

Learning to trust is one of life's most difficult tasks.

Our God, our help in ages past,Our hope for years to come,Our shelter from the stormy blast,And our eternal home.

There are just some kind of men who're so busy worrying about the next world they've never learned to live in this one.

I like my name. My mom named me after a song by the 1970s group Bread. So, it's meaningful, and I like the song. It's a love song - kind of - but it's kind of depressing and dark.

I've stayed away from Twitter for a long time because I sort of didn't trust myself with such an intimate but very public way of relating to the world, but I feel like I've studied it enough.

If you do not know the blessings you have when you have them, then Allah will teach you about them by taking them away from you

Creating a wonderful drama is an art form, while comedy is just entertainment.

The likeness we bear to Jesus is more essential than our notions of him.

The old Chinese proverb springs to mind - No pain, no gain.

When everyone is trying to be something, be nothing. Range with emptiness. Human should be like a pot. As the pot is hold by its emptiness inside, human is hold by the awareness of his nothingness.

If I have questions about the universe on my mind when I go to bed, I can't turn off. I dream equations all night.

The best things are not bought and sold.