A Burnt Child Dreads The Fire.

Do What Thou Wilt Shall Be The Whole Of The Law.

For I Am Divided For Love's Sake, For The Chance Of Union.

The Pious Pretense That Evil Does Not Exist Only Makes It Vague, Enormous And Menacing.

Practically, Science Is True; And Faith Is Foolish.

If You Examine The Highest Poetry In The Light Of Common Sense, You Can Only Say That It Is Rubbish; And In Actual Fact You Cannot So Examine It At All, Because There Is Something In Poetry Which Is Not In The Words Themselves, Which Is Not In The Images Suggested By The Words 'o Windy Star Blown Sideways Up The Sky!' True Poetry Is Itself A Magic Spell Which Is A Key To The Ineffable.