And now, dear Lord, I cannot wait Because I have a luncheon date.

Imprisoned in a cage of sound, even the trivial seems profound

On out deathbeds we're not going to regret all the work we didn't do. We're going to regret all the sex we didn't have!

Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.

People's backyards are much more interesting than their front gardens, and houses that back on to railways are public benefactors.

There are two thing you need for a jolly good hymn.The first is a set of words that expresses the mood or sentiment of the worshipper.The second-and perhaps even more important- is a good tune..with a simple popular melody.

Hymns are the poetry of the people.