Andrew Corrie

“In a somer seson whan soft was the sonne
I shope me in shroudes as I a shepe were,
In habite as an heremite vnholy of workes,
Went wyde in þis worlde wondres to here.”
― William Langland, Piers Plowman: Selections from the B-text

“Moralists of the sternest persuasion would readily agree with Horace that neither high birth nor clever words can recommend the soul in the face of final judgement. But then the poet puts in his hammer blow: '... non te restituet pietas.' Not virtue itself is going to be any help. All, in fact, is vanity: not only gold and silver, not only worldly fame and accomplishment, but duty, faith, and purity too. The highest moral character can procure one no preference among the shades.”
― Simon Raven

“If I looked into a mirror, and did not see my face, I should have the sort of feeling which actually comes upon me, when I look into this living busy world, and see no reflexion of its Creator.”
― John Henry Newman, Apologia Pro Vita Sua

“In those days you matched a block of balsa against a rudimentary diagram and got going with a razor blade, which sliced your thumb as readily as it carved the balsa. If the result was recognizable as an aeroplane, you were an expert. If your thumb was recognizable as a thumb, you were a genius.”
― Clive James, The Complete Unreliable Memoirs