Stephen Spender

When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes, I was your son, high on your horse, My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric, windy of course.

When you read and understand a poem, comprehending its rich and formal meanings, then you master chaos a little.

There is a certain justice in criticism. The critic is like a midwife - a tyrannical midwife.

Doubt is part of all religion. All the religious thinkers were doubters.

You have the Roman Catholic Church, the Church of England, the Presbyterians, the Wesleyans, represented in each school, and they are each to take alternate days.

If you have a block of ballistics gelatin and a high-speed camera, pretty soon somebody gets a gun!