In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not pass away. This is the postcreation.

Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.

There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.

I am proud to be an emotionalist.

He comes into the world God knows how, walks on the water, gets out of his grave and goes up off the Hill of Howth. What drivel is this?

Fall if you will, but rise you must.

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.