Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, And sound his power abroad; Sing the sweet promise of his grace, And the performing God.

For Satan always finds some mischief still for idle hands to do.

The eyes of a man in the jaundice make yellow observations on everything; and the soul tinctured with any passion diffuses a false color over the appearance of things.

Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Poesy and oratory omit things not essential, and insert little beautiful digressions, in order to place everything in the most effective light.

Every one of his opinions appears to himself to be written with sunbeams.

Speak softly. It is far better to rule by love than fear.Speak softly. Let no harsh words mar the good we may do here.

If I could reach from pole to pole or grasp the ocean with a span, I would be measured by the soul The mind's the standard of the Man.

When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.

Learning to trust is one of life's most difficult tasks.

Our God, our help in ages past,Our hope for years to come,Our shelter from the stormy blast,And our eternal home.

For, in order to turn the individual into a function of the State, his dependence on anything beside the State must be taken from him.

They started to try and keep us off the air in the beginning.

To do the Ozzfest again would be great. I'd like to finish with a final Sabbath album. You always feel that it is still a challenge.

Everyone loves winners. You look for things to praise with those you believe in.

I have what I call A-list moments, but believe me, I'm still on the D-list.

The fame and the money and all that stuff that comes along with it is all great, but that's not the sole purpose of why I make music.

My fame will outshine that of Victor Hugo or Napoleon

I don't resist progress, but I have a growing feeling that mankind uses it mostly for disgraceful purposes.

It doesn't sound anything like 'Under Pressure.'

The soul is the birthless, deathless, changeless part of us - the part of us that looks out from behind our eyes and has no form.