The East is a montage. It is old and it is young, very green in summer, very white in winter, gregarious, withdrawn and at once both sophisticated and provincial.

A hobby a day keeps the doldrums away.

Sometimes I have a notion that what might improve the situation is to have women take over the occupations of government and trade and to give men their freedom.

Of one thing I am certain, the body is not the measure of healing, peace is the measure.

Those wearing Tolerance for a label call other views intolerable.

A mother's hardest to forgive. Life is the fruit she longs to hand you Ripe on a plate. And while you live, Relentlessly she understands you.

Seventy is wormwood, Seventy is gall But its better to be seventy, Than not alive at all.

Words can sting like anything, but silence breaks the heart.

Borrow my umbrellas, my clothes, my money, and I will likely not think of them again. But borrow my books and I will be on your track like a bloodhound until they are returned.

In Australia, not reading poetry is the national pastime.

Stir the eggnog, lift the toddy, Happy New Year everybody.

Light in comparison with darkness is a void.

The village is coming back, like it or not.

Violence is never the right answer, unless used against heathens and monsters.

Poetry is to philosophy what the Sabbath is to the rest of the week.

For me the purest and truest art in the world is science fiction.

Prayer thrives in the atmosphere of true devotion.

If we reduce social life to the smallest possible unit we will find that there is no social life in the company of one.

Northern Ireland were in white, which was quite appropriate because three inches of snow had to be cleared from the pitch before kick off

God would first, by this inspiration of his Spirit, have wrought in our hearts that holy love without which none can enter into glory.