Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life; Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign, Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife, And so turns wine to water back again.

Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers play, Yet long by the absence of the day.

Great little One! whose all-embracing birth Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth.

And when life's sweet fable ends, soul and body part like friends; no quarrels, murmurs, no delay; a kiss, a sigh, and so away.

Two went to pray? Better to say one went to brag, the other to pray.

A pillow for thee will I bring,Stuffed with down of angel's wing.

Heaven's great artillery.

Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, And there be words not made with lungs.

Nothing speaks our grief so well as to speak nothing.

A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day.

Eyes that displace the neighbor diamond, and outface that sunshine by their own sweet grace.

That's what I consider true generosity: You give your all, and yet you always feel as if it costs you nothing.

I have no doubt that we will be successful in harnessing the sun's energy. ... If sunbeams were weapons of war, we would have had solar energy centuries ago.

The art of living does not consist in preserving and clinging to a particular mood of happiness but in allowing happiness to change its form ... happiness like a child must be allowed to grow up.

I say I am stronger than fear.

I really believe in non-violence, but I also believe in a short of resistance that has to be respectful.

I am proud and honored to be part of the America Supports You Freedom Walk to honor the victims of 9/11 and to support our men and women in uniform.

Remember: Jobs are owned by the company; you own your #‎ career !

A sermon is no sermon in which I cannot hear the heartbeat.

Definitions.... are never really needed, and rarely of any use

We have a tendency to think of GOD being glorified only in the manifestation of his mercy----- He is just as glorified by His justice.