Thus hand in hand through life we 'll go; Its checker'd paths of joy and woe With cautious steps we 'll tread.

I stew all night in my own grease.

Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.

We'll therefore relish with content, Whate'er kind providence has sent, Nor aim beyond our pow'r; For, if our stock be very small, 'Tis prudent to enjoy it all, Nor lose the present hour.

On God for all events depend; You cannot want when God's your friend. Weigh well your part and do your best; Leave to your Maker all the rest.

Yet still we hug the dear deceit.

On God for all events depend You cannot want when God's your friend. Weigh well your part and do your best Leave to your Maker all the rest.

I don’t mind my friends calling me “Thornes, ” but the fact of people calling me “Prickly Thornes” draws the line.

One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back into the darkness of the Ark

Not all magic is fireworks and fanfare. Sometimes magic is quiet and sneaks up on you.

But it can be hard to experiment when you're in a band.

I've gotten to do a lot of stuff, traveled, worked hard at my career.

Inscrutably involved, we live in the currents of universal reciprocity.

The revolution eats its own. Capitalism re-creates itself.

It seems clear that the Bible belongs to an area of language in which metaphor is functional, and were we have to surrender precision for flexibility.

I find that when you see somebody in the tabloids all the time, you have no desire to see them in movies.

Yes, I am a quantum mechanic! Those darn quantum computers break all the time.