You owe it to all of us all get on with what you're good at.

Good can imagine Evil; but Evil cannot imagine Good.

It takes little talent to see what lies under one's nose, a good deal to know in what direction to point that organ.

Christmas and Easter can be subjects for poetry, but Good Friday, like Auschwitz, cannot. The reality is so horrible it is not surprising that people should have found it a stumbling block to faith.

In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag.

I'll love you, dear, I'll love you till China and Africa meet and the river jumps over the mountain and the salmon sing in the street.