To build the City where / The will of love is done / And brought to its full flower / The dignity of man.

Certainly our city — with the byres of poverty down to / The river's edge, the cathedral, the engines, the dogs; / Here is the cosmopolitan cooking / And the light allows and the glass. / Built by the conscious-stricken, the weapon-making. / By us.

Happy Birthday, Johnny, / Live beyond your income, / Travel for enjoyment, / Follow your own nose.

My face looks like a wedding cake left out in the rain.

May it not be that, just as we have to faith in Him, God has to have faith in us and, considering the history og the human race so far, may it not be that 'faith' is even more difficult for Him than it is for us?

Dear little not-so-innocents, beware ofOld Grandmother Spider: rump her endearments –She’s not quite as nice as She looks, nor you quiteas tough as you think.

Choice of attention — to pay attention to this and ignore that — is to the inner life what choice of action is to the outer. In both cases, a man is responsible for his choice and must accept the consequences whatever they may be.

If you really want to live you'd better start at once to try. If you don't, it doesn't really matter but you'd better start to die.

In the deserts of the heart / Let the healing fountain start / In the prison of his days / Teach the free man how to praise.

My parents kept me from children who were rough / And who threw words like stones and who were torn clothes.