Oh! like a wreath, let Christmas mirth To-day encircle all the earth, And bind the nations with the love That Jesus brought from heaven above.

Wherever I fly from my own dear nest, I always come back, for home is the best.

You better watch out You better not cry Better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town

Strength and skill are happy comrades.

Wisdom comes with all we see, God writes His lessons in each flower, And ev'ry singing bird or bee Can teach us something of His power.

Love is a bridge that links us heart to heart Mother and child can never live apart.

All the world is happy when Santa Claus comes.

We each have a story to tell, I know; so let each one take his turn.

Greatness is not always largeness.

Merrily, merrily, listen to me, Flitting and flying from tree to tree. Nothing fear I, by land or sea, For God in Heaven is watching me.

There's love, sweet love, for one and all-- For love is best for great and small.

Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.

He who looks for advantage out of friendship strips it all of its nobility.

Revolution cleanses men, improving them as the experimental farmer corrects the defects of his plants.

All bad writers are in love with the epic.

That's America, competition.

The ministry of Christianity is the ministry of the Spirit. It is the Spirit of God that inhabits the words, that speaks to the spirit of another and reveals Christ in and through him.

I was always a character actor, basically, that sometimes looks like a leading man.

I would imagine that Bret would taste like a warm goat cheese, and Jemaine would taste like harvati with dill. Hmm...I'm hungry actually.

Probably Darren Criss, yeah, we've become close friends.