You explain nothing, O poet, but thanks to you all things become explicable.
Truth has nothing to do with the number of people it convinces.
Speak about Christ only when you are asked. But live so that people ask about Christ!
Time: all things consume it, love alone makes use of it.
The words I use Are everyday words and yet are not the same! You will find no rhymes in my verse, no magic. There are your very own phrases.
Doctor, do you think it could have been the sausage?