I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel For words like Nature half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.

'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

The white flower of a blameless life.

Theirs not to make reply Theirs not to reason why Theirs but to do and die.

Ring out the old ring in the new Ring happy bells across the snow.

The old order changeth yielding place to new.

God's finger touched him and he slept.

Sunset and evening star And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

I was born to other things.

There lives more faith in honest doubt Believe me than in half the creeds

Not once or twice in our rough island story The path of duty was the way to glory.

Progress across the time axis is passive. Progress up the results axis is passion.

Passion warms up the soup of love cold in the vessel of the soul

Practically all the relationships I know are based on a foundation of lies and mutually accepted delusion.

Until one acknowledges the genius within oneself, one will have great difficulty recognizing it in others.

Jealousy is a grievous passion that jealously seeks what causes grief.

Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven't time, and to see takes time - like to have a friend takes time.

For better or for worse, our company (The News Corporation Ltd.) is a reflection of my thinking, my character, my values.

For me, my number one priority always has to be the music, and I'm going to work school around my music - not music around my school.

None of us will honor our Heavenly Father and our Savior more than by serving as a devoted, compassionate missionary, "For them that honour me I will honour."

You have first to experience what you want to express.