Man's body is faulty, his mind untrustworthy, but his imagination has made him remarkable.

Since the printing press came into being, poetry has ceased to be the delight of the whole community of man; it has become the amusement and delight of the few.

The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.

Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth

Commonplace people dislike tragedy because they dare not suffer and cannot exult.

And he who gives a child a treat Makes joy-bells ring in Heaven's street, And he who gives a child a home Builds palaces in Kingdom come, And she who gives a baby birth Brings Saviour Christ again to Earth.

It ought to have gangsters, and aeroplanes and a lot of automatic pistols.