The stately Homes of England,How beautiful they stand!Amidst their tall ancestral trees,O'er all the pleasant land.

There is in all this cold and hollow world, No fount of deep, strong,deathless love ;save that within a mother's heart

Though the past haunt me as a spirit, I do not ask to forget.

Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, Suffering, yet hoping all things.

Oh, call my brother back to me!I cannot play alone:The summer comes with flower and bee,-Where is my brother gone?

There’s beauty all around our paths, If but our watchful eyes Can trace it ’midst familiar things, And through their lowly guise.

What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine, The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine.

We pine for kindred natures To mingle with our own.

Passing away" is written on the world and all the world contains.

Oh! lovely voices of the sky Which hymned the Saviour's birth, Are ye not singing still on high, Ye that sang, "Peace on earth"?

There is strength deep bedded in our hearts, of which we reck but little till the shafts of heaven have pierced its fragile dwelling. Must not earth be rent before her gems are found?

Time isn't a commodity, something you pass around like a cake.Time is substance of life. When anyone asks you to give your time, they're really asking for a chunk of your life.

Music itself has taught me never to underestimate a mistake, for, in the midst of all, it’s often in that mistake where the realm of the unexpected creation is hidden.

Unless we can predict the future, we shouldn't be worrying about things that haven't happened yet. We can place these thoughts in God's hands then let them go.

Thank you, " she said. "For making me have dinner with you."He laughed. "Next time maybe I'll really torture you and take you to a movie."Next time.

As I celebrated what was right with the world, I began to build a vision of possibility, not scarcity. Possibility... always another right answer.

Be unpredictable, be real, be interesting. Tell a good story.

I won't say 'See you tomorrow' because that would be like predicting the future, and I'm pretty sure I can't do that.

A true philosopher is married to wisdom; he needs no other bride.

You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.

We're living in a new Beat time, in my view. And it's very difficult for us to hang on.