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

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

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.

He was the one for her. She somehow knew that no one could make her feel the way did. Not if she lived for another hundred years.

Unless you understand the history of a situation, you can't ever hope to solve problems.

It's the same thing now. When I go onstage the young people scream and holler as much as the older generation.

What Americans call cross-ventilation, the English call draughts.

He goes for stark versus accessorized, dark over bright, jewel tone instead of pastel, carnal over flirty.

I grew up in a small town where everyone wanted to be the same or look the same and was afraid to be different.

Back then, before it became clear that democracy was best served by a drunken electorate, the bars in New York City were required to close on Election Day.

I find the practice of yoga very spiritual and taking the time to just be and to reflect through meditation and chanting helps me to connect to a higher energy.

Being right can stop all the momentum of a very interesting idea.

The best and sweetest flowers of paradise God gives to His people when they are upon their knees. Prayer is the gate of heaven.