If seeing her an hour before her lastWeak cough into all blackness I could yetBe held by chalk-white

To live at all is miracle enough.

If seeing her an hour before her lastWeak cough into all blackness I could yetBe held by chalk-white walls

I am too rich already, for my eyes mint

Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargoCongealed in the dark arteries, Old veinsThat hold Glamorgan's blood.The midnight miner in the secret seams, Limb, life, and

Out of our suffering we emerge. Our struggles are really our only hope.

Carry on an undefiled undertaking.

A computer cannot manufacture new information. That's the difference between our brain and a computer.

The passing moment is all we can be sure of it is only common sense to extract its utmost value from it.

Every single Pixar film, at one time or another, has been the worst movie ever put on film. But we know. We trust our process. We don't get scared and say, 'Oh, no, this film isn't working.'

We have this handy fusion reactor in the sky called the sun, you don't have to do anything, it just works. It shows up every day.

Man's want of original righteousness and of holy affections toward God, and the corruption of his moral nature and his bias toward evil is called depravity

Did money give people a blind spot? Rob them of their hearing?

You have to believe in them now. Christ believed in you when there was nothing to believe in.

Every rose that is sweet-scented within, That rose is telling of the secrets of the Universal.