And the bell jangled, the driver started. The bus whirled off, to the last stop, the lonely room, the lonely night.

What could he be thinking of? He seemed to be trying to remember something, perhaps an engagement, perhaps an excuse to leave her. For eventually, they all made some excuse.

Life is calling you. The other life. The analogue life. The real. Nature is calling you. And people too. Wondrous royal souls are waiting to meet, appreciate and experience you.

I consider poetry very subordinate to moral and political science.

I remember when TV networks believed in the First Amendment. It is a messed up situation when Miley Cyrus gets a laugh, and Phil Robertson gets suspended.

We have entered, almost without noticing, an age of exploration and discovery unparalleled since the Renaissance.

The title of hero is bestowed by the survivors upon the fallen, who themselves know nothing of heroism.

There can be no courage in men unless God supports them by his Word.

We adults, our policies, our ways of governance, are responsible for poverty, not the children.

Humanity's greatest challenge may soon be just making it to the next harvest.

I want to stretch myself. Another reason why I'm so fortunate is that this is a drama and I've been brought up in comedy.

But the prize for courage will surely be awarded most justly to those who best know the difference between hardship and pleasure and yet are never tempted to shrink from danger.