Faith is holding onto uncertainties with passionate conviction.
It belongs to the imperfection of everything human that man can only attain his desire by passing through its opposite.
Leap of faith – yes, but only after reflection
A poet is not an apostle; he drives out devils only by the power of the devil.
Hope is a passion for the possible.
About as genuine as tea made from a bit of paper which once lay in a drawer beside another piece of paper which had been used to wrap up a few tea leaves from which tea had already been made three times.