Thinking as I do that the Creator of this world is a very cruel being, and being a worshipper of Christ, I cannot help saying: ''the Son, O how unlike the Father!'' First God Almighty comes with a thump on the head. Then Jesus Christ comes with a balm to heal it.

The Goddess Fortune is the devil's servant, ready to kiss any one's ass.

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

One thought fills immensity.

None but blockheads copy each other.

And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')

Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.