O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies!

Ere long this golden light shall pass and fadeExcept all cherish'd mem'ries ye have made.

Enjoy TheSound Of Silence.

Mountains clothed in snowRobed in white against blue skiesMirrored in the lake.

To them, eternal life beginsAnd God Himself shall wipe away all tears.

O Weep No More ForMe When I Am Gone!

Yet this thou art alive, but if ye soar, My poor frail heart will have beat out its cryAnd sadly miss thy sweet form all the moreWhile helplessly I stand and watch you die.

Only the dead do not need wisdom

You have exactly three seconds to get out of here before I do everything I’ve been thinking about since the first day I saw you. You decide. Now.

Churches don't need new members half so much as they need the old bunch made over.

Taking employment out of the country - now that's taking away jobs. These shows employ a lot of people: production, post-production, music supervisors, camera people. A hundred people or more.

My mom was a musician, and my dad had this passion for music. That's kind of how a lot of their relationship was built. When I came around, I was constantly exposed to music.

The real Brahms is nothing more than a sentimental voluptuary

I'm fascinated how owning something, especially something as big as a home, can affect your political leanings. Home ownership spawns thoughts of equity and maintaining value.

I think design, to a degree, is more generous and more humanistic than art, though great art can move us more.

You learn things in adversity that you would never have discovered without trouble. There is always a seed of hope.

No revolution is worth anything unless it can defend itself.