"Fade, fade, each earthly joy; Jesus is mine! Break every earthly tie; Jesus is mine; Dark is the wilderness; Earth has no resting-place; Jesus alone can bless; Jesus is mine."

"Thus while I journey on, my Lord to meet, My thoughts and meditations are so sweet, Of Him on whom I lean, my strength, my stay, I can forget the sorrows of the way."

"Up, then, with speed, and work; Fling ease and self away — This is no time for thee to sleep — Up, watch, and work, and pray!"

"In the day of prosperity we have many refuges to resort to; in the day of adversity, only one."

"Yes, for me, for me He careth With a brother's tender care; Yes, with me, with me He shareth Every burden, every fear."

"Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; For toil comes rest, for exile, home; Soon shalt thou hear the bridegroom's voice, The midnight peal: "Behold, I come.""

"Thy way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be! Lead me by Thine own hand; Choose out the path for me."

"Less, less of self each day, And more, my God, of Thee!"

"Thou must be true thyself, If thou the truth wouldst teach; Thy soul must overflow, if thou Another's soul would'st reach! It needs the overflow of heart To give the lips full speech.Think truly, and thy thoughts Shall the world's famine feed; Speak truly, and each word of thine Shall be a fruitful seed; Live truly, and thy life shall be A great and noble creed."

"Sincerity and truth form the basis of every virtue. Be what thou seemest; live thy creed; Hold up to earth the torch divine; Be what thou prayest to be made; Let the great Master's steps be thine."

"How fast we learn in the day of sorrow! Scripture shines out in a new effulgence; every verse seems to contain a sunbeam, every promise stands out in illuminated splendor; things hard to be understood become in a moment plain."

"Ronnie is the best player in the world at the moment, right-handed, left-handed, one-legged, one-armed, whatever you want!"

"[Tony Blair is] being unduly influenced by a cabal of Jewish advisers. [...] I am fully aware that one is treading on cut glass on this issue and no one wants to be accused of anti-Semitism but, if it is a question of launching an assault on Syria or Iran... then one has to be candid."

"I am not going to be labelled anti-Semitic. My children worked on a kibbutz. But the time has come for candour."

"This is garbage from right-wing think-tanks stuffed with chicken-hawks -- men who have never seen the horror of war but are in love with the idea of war. Men like Cheney, who were draft-dodgers in the Vietnam war. This is a blueprint for US world domination -- a New World Order of their making. These are the thought processes of fantasist Americans who want to control the world. I am appalled that a British Labour Prime Minister should have got into bed with a crew which has this moral standing."

"Under the new Bill, shall I be able to vote on many matters in relation to West Bromwich but not West Lothian?"

"They very much have captured the ear of the President of the United States. I said [to Vanity Fair] I thought that Blair was very sympathetic to them. I cannot understand why."

"An actor who has never had a proper job."

"This is how Tam Dalyell is feeling — about the Belgrano, about Westland, the miners' strike, Libya, GCHQ, Zircon, the Peter Wright affair... this book is really just a cry of rage: "I was right — surely you can see — look, here is the evidence — let's go through it all carefully again — how can anyone disagree..?" But the thrust of the book, and the detailed evidence assembled, are for the most part familiar. Writing it all up, again, and publishing it in this way, is just one more try at persuading somebody (I don't think Mr Dalyell is quite sure whom) to say: "Yes, Tam, you were right. Off with Maggie's head!" How he loathes Mrs Thatcher. She is variously called pig-headed, a fishwife, and a mass murderess as the story proceeds. This element of personal vendetta seriously weakens his case because — for all that he rests it upon alleged facts — his gravest charges rely upon his imputing to her the worst imaginable motives consistent with those facts. One has to say — without denying that his allegations of facts need answering — that there is a certain sleight-of-hand here."

"Love is a practical desire for the good of another. It is much easier to talk about than to carry into action because it requires such sensitivity and unselfishness."

"I believe in loyalty. We should respect our church, but never believe that the church has the last word. The church is saying 'this', but I believe that sooner or later 'this' will change. 'This' is not the mind of our Lord. God is all love. It's a delicate balancing thing. The Church has changed its position over the years, and because the spirit is with the Church, in the end the Church will always get it right. But in the end. The spirit of the Church is the meaning of love, which hasn't yet, perhaps, been fully understood."

"Pouter, tumbler and fantail are from the same source; The racer and hack may be traced to one horse; So men were developed from monkeys of course, Which nobody can deny."

"So I wonder a woman, the Mistress of Hearts, Should ascent to aspire to be Master of Arts; A Ministering Angel in Woman we see, And an Angel need cover no other Degree. —O why should a Woman not get a Degree?"

"Agnes Martin often speaks of joy; she sees it as the desired condition of all life. Who would disagree with her?... No-one who has seriously spent time before an Agnes Martin, letting its peace communicate itself, receiving its inexplicable and ineffable happiness, has ever been disappointed. The work awes, not just with its delicacy, but with its vigor, and this power and visual interest is something that has to be experienced."

"To me, through every season dearest; In every scene, by day, by night, Thou, present to my mind appearest A quenchless star, forever bright; My solitary sole delight: Where’er I am, by shore—at sea— I think of thee."

"If high stream of dreams and truth be told and our intentions be entwined then from these high flung tower walls let healing grace and blessings fall over all this cracked and broken land from northern crag to southern down from Universal Hall to Camden town from city square to village green from parliament to housing scheme from Iona to the the Hill of Dreams I sacrifice my power on the altar of your love that it may be born again on another world."

"There’s a day to ride thumb on a thunderhead There’s a day to make fantasy real There’s a day to deny and a day to decry and a day for the man with the wind at his heels!"

"There's confusion in my head as I depart but a singing, ringing, soaring in my heart for beyond all time and space and doubt I know I've lived here before long ago."

"I feel you move me in such sweet silence always dancing, always dancing never ever getting tired"

"I can feel it in my blood that I belong to this strange and stony rock I stand upon yet I cannot put a name upon it I cannot place the time nor see the land as it once was nor tell which house was mine no I cannot put a name upon it which was where and when yet here I am a perfect stranger home again."

"Seek the light find the light feel the light be the light."

"I've lived here before in days of old I recognise these buildings in my soul I know each winding road and every rise is friendly and familiar to my eyes"

"Ain't no words for the things I'm feeling ain't no tongue can tell no name for the song my soul's revealing and all is very well…"

"You are an eternal being of love you are the light of the world."

"This light is for the world send it out with sword of fire, with cymbal, drum and angel choir, music in the heart of it proclaiming that the lamp is lit this light is for the world."

"I'm gonna look twice at you until I see the Christ in youwhen I'm lookin through the eyes of love.."

"This light is for the world. Send out from this wooden frame a beacon made of holy flame like a bridge across the morning sky from candle to the hills of high this light is for the world."

"I sacrifice my power on the altar of your love that it may be born again on another world. Come friend, let us climb the winding flights of stairs through the narrow door into the chamber bare a single candle burns as we seat ourselves words take form in our minds and repeat themselves : "My beloved and I are one…""

"/p>He did a forty-two minute cosmic rise in future shocks Star Spangled Banner in the back of CBGB's He stopped every clock in New York state and every heart that heard him and time itself was beaten and confused and fell lamb-like under the spell of his fabulous flashing fingers He played an encore at the Bitter End a heartburst Little Wing even the waiters cried and then we fell outside and in the dusty dawn of Bleeker street a sweet rain fell and Jimi died."

"every breath is yours, beloved every breath is yours"

"At sea on a ship in a thunderstorm on the very night the Christ was born a sailor heard from overhead a mighty voice cry "Pan is Dead!" So follow Christ as best you can Pan is dead — Long live Pan!"

"Some say the Gods are just a myth but guess Who I've been dancing with... The Great God Pan is alive!"

"He's like a man you'd meet any place until you recognize that ancient Face The Great God Pan is alive!"

"How long will I love you? As long as stars are above you And longer if I can"

"How long will I want you? As long as you want me to And longer by far"

"Flags, rags, ferryboats, scimitars and scarves every precious dream and vision underneath the stars You climbed on the ladder with the wind in your sails you came like a comet blazing your trail too high, too far, too soon You saw the whole of the moon!"

"I dreamed about Jimi Hendrix he came back for one day was born weepin' out of an egg the mid-wife said and straight away began to pray with lifted head"

"I pictured a rainbow you held it in your hands I had flashes but you saw the plan I wandered out in the world for years you just stayed in your room I saw the crescent You saw the whole of the moon."

"I was grounded while you filled the skies I was dumbfounded by truth you cut through lies I saw the lone empty valley you saw Brigadoon I saw the crescent You saw the whole of the moon"

"You're trying to make sense of something that you just don't see You're trying to make sense now and you know you once held the key But that was the river this is the sea."