I 'm on the sea! I 'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be, With the blue above and the blue below, And silence wheresoever I go.

The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free!

Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.

O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!

Shadows fall on even the brightest hours.

Pity speaks to grief more sweetly than a band of instruments.

Death is the tyrant of the imagination.

The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.

I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.

Not the rich viol, trump, cymbal, nor horn, Guitar, nor cittern, nor the pining flute, Are half so sweet as tender human words.

So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!

True joy comes from knowing Christ personally and from depending on His strength rather than your own.

It’s important to know that you're behind, to be able to convince yourself to make sacrifices that get you ahead.

Sing to your mountains because as you sing, they are being cast into the sea.As you sing, the portals of heaven are opening.

With a beaming face celebrate the joyful day and rest not therein. For no one can take away his goods with him. Yea, no one returns again, who has gone hence.

You go to the marketplace and there are seventeen consciousnesses moving in and out. Sometimes you want the same shirt that I want, and our thought bubbles collide a bit and that makes plot.

All the shitty stuff people do to themselves... it can all be the same thing, you know? Just a way to drown out your own voice. To kill your memories without having to kill yourself.

There's a quality we could call vertical attention, which is an attention upward toward ancestors, spiritual states, angels, gods.

Is it not obvious that Britain, under the regime of Tony Blair, has ceased to respect the Charter of the United Nations?

Openings come quickly, sometimes, like blue space in running clouds. A complete overcast, then a blaze of light.

I didn't realize how many true Rockabilly fans there were here in America.