O lead me onward to the loneliest shade, The darkest place that quiet ever made, Where kingcups grow most beauteous to behold And shut up green and open into gold.

In crime and enmity they lie Who sin and tell us love can die, Who say to us in slander's breath That love belongs to sin and death.

O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away

Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rudeAnd fled to the silence of sweet solitude.

I hate the very noise of troublous man Who did and does me all the harm he can. Free from the world I would a prisoner be And my own shadow all my company.

Let thy life be thy gracious treasure.

God gives us our relatives – thank God we can choose our friends.

A local church will only be as great as its conception of God.

Six days shalt thou paddle and pack, but on the seventh thou shall wash thy socks.

Radiohead and Our Lady Peace are doing the seven layers of guitar, and I kind of jumped on that before anyone else did.

I've sort of remarried a few years ago and have had a couple more children in the last couple of years. And so home life is taking up a lot of my time.

America needed recovery, not revenge. The hate had to be drained and the healing begun.

There is no fixed, true and real person inside of you or me, precisely because being a person necessarily implies becoming a person, being in process.

See the Congress' track record. It has taken the nation backwards. They keep talking about Rights. The Nation is tired of your Acts, the Nation needs action.

There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, toil, envy, want, and patron.