The True Church can never fail. For it is based upon a rock.

Humankind cannot bear very much reality.

Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky

It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.

We ask only to be reassured About the noises in the cellar And the window that should not have been open

With out some kind of god, man is not very intresting

Now that the lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room