I don't believe in a sense of home.
Punctilious abyss, the yawn of space Come once a day to suffocate the sight.
Peering, I heard the hooves come down the hill. The posse passed, twelve horse; the leader's face Was worn as limestone on an ancient sill.
My darling boy whom I shall never know, My son, I love you in my deepest fears.
For often at Church I've seen the stained high glass Pour out the Virgin and Saints, twist and untwist The mortal youth of Christ astride an ass.
Death's long anabasis.
Men cannot live forever But they must die forever.
I think this century more than any other really has seen the phenomenon of people being uprooted in such numbers, such a degree. They even have a word for it: The refugees. It's a new word, a 20th Century word, but refugee is actually a misnomer.
It is wrong to think that the task of physics is to find out how Nature is. Physics concerns what we say about Nature.
It's no accident that the church and the graveyard stand side by side. The city of the dead sleeps encircled by the city of the living.
All the great villainies of history, from the murder of Abel onward, have been perpetrated by sober men, chiefly by Teetotalers.