Sing on, with hymns uproarious, Ye humble and aloof, Look up! and oh how glorious He has restored the roof! - John Betjeman

The test of an abstract picture, for me, is not my first reaction to it, but how long I can stand it hanging on the wall of a room where I am living.

History must not be written with bias, and both sides must be given, even if there is only one side.

In the licorice fields at Pontefract
My love and I did meet
And many a burdened licorice bush
Was blooming round our feet;
Red hair she had and golden skin,
Her sulky lips were shaped for sin,
Her sturdy legs were flannel-slack'd
The strongest legs in Pontefract.