Palm Sunday I bind my heart, this tide, to the Galilean's side, To the wounds of Calvary, to the Christ who died for me. I bind my soul this day to the brother far away And the brother near at hand, in this town and in this land. I bind my heart in thrall to God, the Lord of all.-- To God, the poor man's friend, and the Christ whom He did send. I bind myself to peace, to make strife and envy cease. God, knit Thou sure the cord of my thralldom to my Lord!

it is much safer to obey than to rule.

Although gold dust is precious, when it gets in your eyes it obstructs your vision.

Classical music is the kind that we keep hoping will turn into a tune.

There grewe an aged tree on the greene; A goodly Oake sometime had it bene, With armes full strong and largely displayed, But of their leaves they were disarayde The bodie bigge, and mightely pight, Thoroughly rooted, and of wond'rous hight; Whilome had bene the king of the field, And mochell mast to the husband did yielde, And with his nuts larded many swine: But now the gray mosse marred his rine; His bared boughes were beaten with stormes, His toppe was bald, and wasted with wormes, His honour decayed, his brauches sere.

To deny the freedom of the will is to make morality impossible.

So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.

Never stop learning; knowledge doubles every fourteen months. -Anthony J. D'Angelo.

Mingle a little folly with your wisdom; a little nonsense now and then is pleasant.

The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.

All frauds, like the wall daubed with untempered mortar ... always tend to the decay of what they are devised to support.

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.

The difficult part in an argument is not to defend one's opinion but rather to know it.

What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet.

Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.

Slowly those who create the wealth of the world are permitted to share it. The future is in labor's strong, rough hands.

Yet be sad, good brothers, For, by my faith, it very well becomes you. Sorrow so royally in you appears That I will deeply put the fashion on And wear it in my heart.

Give to us clear vision that we may know where to stand and what to stand for--because unless we stand for something, we shall fall for anything.

Worldly riches are like nuts; many a tooth is broken in cracking them, but never is the stomach filled with eating them.

A piece of simple goodness--a letter gushing from the heart; a beautiful unstudied vindication of the worth and untiring sweetness of human nature--a record of the invulnerability of man, armed with high purpose, sanctified by truth.