Then the Parson might preach, & drink, & sing, And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring; And modest dame Lurch, who is always at Church, Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.

[L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning.

God is the poetic genius in each of us.

A good local pub has much in common with a church, except that a pub is warmer, and there's more conversation.

The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.

He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.

Active Evil is better than Passive Good.