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

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.

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.

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.

Take the high road. People will rise up to join you or fall out of sight.

By the will art thou lost, by the will art thou found, by the will art thou free, captive, and bound.

To exist, the triangle demands three complementary elements: love, power and danger. Mixed incautiously, these elements, like those in physics, are volatile and potentially explosive.

A soul occupied with great ideas performs small duties.

We all need to look into the dark side of our nature - that's where the energy is, the passion. People are afraid of that because it holds pieces of us we're busy denying.

No one can shed light on vices he does not have or afflictions he has ever experienced.

If it tastes good, spit it out!

An Olympic medal is the greatest achievement and honor that can be received by an athlete. I would swap any World Title to have won gold at the Olympics.

Sensual pleasures are like soap bubbles, sparkling, effervescent. The pleasures of intellect are calm, beautiful, sublime, ever enduring and climbing upward to the borders of the unseen world.

Great things do not just happen by impulse, but as a succession of small things linked together.