All the heroes of tomorrow are the heretics of today.

No matter how much I prove and prod, I cannot quite believe in God; But oh, I hope to God that He, Unswervingly believes in me.

Did God who gave us flowers and trees, Also provide the allergies?

For what we are about to receive, Oh Lord 'tis Thee we thank,' said the cannibal as he cut a slice off the missionary's shank.

Virtue is its own revenge.

When the melody touches your heart emotionally and the words hit your brain intellectually, more than likely you'll find you'll have an excellent song to sing.

Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.