“Pull out the stopper! Let’s have a whopper! / But get me to the church on time!.”

On a clear day, rise and look around you, and you’ll see who you are.

Men die but an idea does not.

Lots of cosy sky That God and I can share. I need air. I need air.

A schedule so tight that it would only work if I didn’t sleep on Monday nights.

Pleasure without joy is as hollow as passion without tenderness.

It’s not a pretty face, I grant you. But underneath its flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.

All to often, however, what she [the woman] does want is the man she hopes she will make out of the man she already has.

Don’t let it be forgot, that once there was a spot, for one brief shining moment, that was known as Camelot.

I could have danced all night!

There’s a smile on my face for the whole human race.

Eternally noble, historically fair; Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat. Why can’t a woman be like that?

By order summer lingers through September In Camelot.

I’m getting married in the morning! / Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime.

Why can’t the English teach their children how to speak?

You will follow every mountain, sea and shore, You will see from far and near a world you’ve never seen before.

England still will be here without you.

If the church does not identify with the marginalized, it will itself be marginalized. This is God’s poetic justice.

Voluntary self-directed religion was more dangerous to the Church than any number of infidels.

To be in the mainline is to have a history and not simply to be an amalgam, a community church of who knows what that came from who knows where.

I think it is going to be very difficult for any church that still calls itself a church, never to try and convince someone that their religion is the best one.

When nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.

Although I myself don’t go to church or synagogue, I do, whether it’s superstition or whatever, pray every time I get on a plane. I just automatically do it. I say the same thing every time.

Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.

Woman was the Church’s rival, the temptress, the distraction, the obstacle to holiness, the Devil’s decoy.