Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven; To his feet thy tribute bring. Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like me his praise should sing?

Teach me. Lord, my true condition; Bring me childlike to Thy knee; Stripped of every low ambition, Willing to be led by Thee.

Abide with me: fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.

A scrip on my back, and a staff in my hand, I march on in haste through an enemy's land; The road may be rough, but it cannot be long; And I'll smooth it with hope, and I'll cheer it with song.

I need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?

Change and decay in all around I see.

The only real certainty is that if you get to live, you gotta die. Live life now.

Evil cannot and will not be vanquished by evil. Dark will only swallow dark and deepen. The good and the light are the keenest weapons.

Too bad all the people who know how to run the country are busy driving taxicabs and cutting hair.

Every day in America, about 25,000 people buy a quarter-inch drill. But nobody in America wants a quarter-inch drill. What they want are holes.

God will pardon: That's His business.

Thanksgiving is nothing if not a glad and reverent lifting of the heart to God in honor and praise for His goodness.

Nothing is yours permanently so you better enjoy it while it's happening.

These poor kids in Baghdad have no running water, no showers. They wipe with baby wipes. My heart goes out to them.

The more the capacity to concentrate is developed, the more often the profound tranquility in work is achieved, then the clearer will be the manifestation of discipline within the child.

There ain't anything that is so interesting to look at as a place that a book has talked about.