We souls on foot, with foot-folk meet: For we that cannot hope to ride For ease or pride, have fellowship.

Now voe me I can zing on my business abrode: Though the storm do beat down on my poll, There's a wife brighten'd vire at the end of my road, An' her love, voe the jay o' my soul.

Poor people do not go on holiday

Change, like sunshine, can be a friend or a foe, a blessing or a curse, a dawn or a dusk.

ER was one of my favourites. I played a car accident victim who has leukemia. I got to wear a neck brace and nose tubes for the two days I worked.

Sometimes you finish the poem, and that last piece clicks in place. Sometimes the poem is finished with you.

I like classical music of the late 19th and early 20th centuries, and I adore Bach above all.

The Net is pretty cool, but the physical world is the best medium ever.

If you sing of beauty though alone in the heart of the desert you will have an audience.

All that means is that it wasn't personal to you. But it was personal to me.

If our lives are out of tune with the music of the gospel, we must tune them up.

Beware of the person who can't be bothered by details.