The rats are underneath the piles/ The Jew is underneath the lot.

And all shall be well and/ All manner of thing shall be well/ By the purification of the motive/ In the ground of our beseeching

Art serves us best precisely at that point where it can shift our sense of what is possible, when we know more than we knew before, when we feel we have - by some manner of a leap - encountered the truth. That, by the logic of art, is always worth the pain.

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

There is no absolute point of view from which real and ideal can be finally separated and labelled.

Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought.

Only through time time is conquered