Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links, Behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks, Under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye.

Christ did not enchant men; He demanded that they believe in Him: except on one occasion, the Transfiguration. For a brief while, Peter, James, and John were permitted to see Him in His glory. For that brief while they had no need of faith. The vision vanished, and the memory of it did not prevent them from all forsaking Him when He was arrested, or Peter from denying that he had ever known Him.

Poetry makes nothing happen.

Of course,Behaviourism 'works'. So does torture.

Those who hate to go to bed fear death; those who hate to get up fear life.

I and the public know What all schoolchildren learn, Those to whom evil is done Do evil in return.

How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.