The times are squalid. They always were. It is a poet's duty to hold the line.

The times are squalid. They always were. It is a poet's duty to hold the line.

Always carry a corkscrew and the wine shall provide itself.

Sooner or later we must absorb Islam if our own culture is not to die of anemia.

To appreciate present conditions, collate them with those of antiquity.

Can a moment of madness make up for an age of consent?

I hate Science. It denies a man's responsibility for his own deeds, abolishes the brotherhood that springs from God's fatherhood. It is a hectoring, dictating expertise, which makes the least lovable of the Church Fathers seem liberal by contrast.