The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.

In the busy haunts of men.

Ay call it holy ground The soil where first they trod They have left unstained what there they found - Freedom to worship God.

There is none In all this cold and hollow world no fount Of deep strong deathless love save that within A mother's heart.

The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast. And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches toss'd.

Ay call it holy ground The soil where first they trod. They have left unstained what there they found - Freedom to worship God.

Life is a dream. It moves from cause to cause, effect to effect, one point to another, one state of existence to another.

When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realised that the Lord doesn't work that way so I stole one and asked Him to forgive me.

But teleological considerations can lead no further than to a belief and a hope. They do not give certainty.

All men are timid on entering any fight. Whether it is the first or the last fight, all of us are timid. Cowards are those who let their timidity get the better of their manhood.

If freedom means anything at all, it is the right to primacy in regard to sexuality, reproduction, medical care and death.

I'm not a huge Steven Spielberg nerd, but I know about him and I know of his work.

Cats may sense early on that you don't like paw prints on your butter, but they will jump onto any surface in the home as long as no one sees it happen.

When you work; don't expect your talent to be discovered. Work hard because it makes you happy.

Information is seldom enough to heal a wounded heart.