The poet casts an eye on what is horrendous, but his truest life is in what sustains, restores, heals. Love, the act of loving, beauty, are first, fundamental truths.

Science owes more to the steam engine than the steam engine owes to science.

It is a strange irony that the principles of science should seem to deny the necessary conviction of common sense.

The poet resists the pressures of reality, including the pressures of violence, in making, in forming, the poem. The tension is in the resistance - the poem is an act of resistance.

Every lawyer shall tell his or her client that becoming involved with the legal system is like three years of experimental chemotherapy, one hundred percent guaranteed not to work.

As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.

It has been said there was a cross in the heart of God long before the cross was erected at Calvary. As we think about it we will be overwhelmed at the wonder and greatness of His love for us.

He has only half learned the art of reading who has not added to it the even more refined accomplishments of skipping and skimming.

It is only error in judgement to make a mistake but it shows infirmity of character to adhere to it when discovered.

That's what the holidays are for - for one person to tell the stories and another to dispute them. Isn't that the Irish way?

When I was about twelve I used to think I must be a genius, but nobody's noticed. If there is such a thing as a genius, I am one, and if there isn't I don't care.

I guess I like to have fun.

I know how to fake someone out, if they break into my house, into thinking there are other people there.

In the truly great, virtue governs with the sceptre of knowledge.

The world is good natured to people who are good natured.