“And it is enough for the poet to be the guilty conscience of his time.”

“...Hiver bouclé comme un bison, Hiver crispécomme la mousse de crin blanc,Hiver aux puits d'arsenic rouge, aux poches d'huileet de bitume,Hiver au goût de skunk et de carabe fumée de bois de hickory,Hiver aux prismes et aux critaux dans les carrefours de diamant noir,Hiver sans thyrses ni flambeaux, Hiver sans roses ni piscines,Hiver ! Hiver! tes pommes de cèdre de vieux fer!tes fruits de pierre! tes insectes de cuivre !”

“Happiness is not a destination, it's a method of travel.”

“I shall sully the purity of your floor, said he...”

“Let no one bewail his poverty,For the universal Kingdom has been revealed.Let no one weep for his iniquities,For pardon has shown forth from the grave.Let no one fear death,For the Saviour's death has set us free.He that was held prisoner of it has annihilated it.By descending into Hell, He made Hell captive.He embittered it when it tasted of His flesh.And Isaiah, foretelling this, did cry:Hell, said he, was embitteredWhen it encountered Thee in the lower regions.It was embittered, for it was abolished.It was embittered, for it was mocked.It was embittered, for it was slain.It was embittered, for it was overthrown.It was embittered, for it was fettered in chains.It took a body, and met God face to face.It took earth, and encountered Heaven.It took that which was seen, and fell upon the unseen.O Death, where is thy sting?O Hell, where is thy victory? ”

“...stooping very low, He engraves with careHis Name, indelible, upon our dust;And from the ashes of our self-despair,Kindles a flame of hope and humble trust.He seeks no second site on which to build,But on the old foundation, stone by stone,Cementing sad experience with grace,Fashions a stronger temple of His own.”

“If a queen bee were crossed with a Friesian bull, would not the land flow with milk and honey?”