The song that nerves a nation's heart is in itself a deed.

It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried

More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.

We are all a part of every person we have ever met.

I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.

Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.

...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.

Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.

if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.

God gives us love! Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.

The problems you have are there for me to help you solve, not to have with you.

We should never desire to be over others. Instead, we ought to be servants who are submissive to every human being for God's sake.

I want a chainsaw very badly, because I think cutting down a tree would be unbelievably satisfying. I have asked for a chainsaw for my birthday, but I think I'll probably be given jewelry instead.

Whatever may be the distribution of uncertainty among economists, the public only gets to hear from those who have certain opinions.

It is the north wind that lashes men into Vikings; it is the soft, luscious south wind which lulls them to lotus dreams.

Regarding R. H. Blyth: Blyth is sometimes perilous, naturally, since he's a high-handed old poem himself, but he's also sublime - and who goes to poetry for safety anyway.

Pleasure that is obtained by unreasonable and unsuitable cost must always end in pain.

The enticing allure of Nashville is that there is always something new coming down the pike. Put this record on and you’ll hear footsteps.

The man that hails you Tom or Jack, and proves by thumps upon your back how he esteems your merit, is such a friend, that one had need be very much his friend indeed to pardon or to bear it.