Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend.

What if this present were the world's last night?

Show me, dear Christ, Thy spouse, so bright and clear.

One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

Stronger than all the armies is an idea thats time has come.

I saw the lightning's gleaming rod Reach forth and write upon the sky The awful autograph of God.

A political country is like an American forest; you have only to cut down the old trees, and immediately new trees come up to replace them.