John Betjeman Quotes

Gracious Lord, oh bomb the Germans, Spare their women for Thy Sake, And if that is not too easy We will pardon Thy Mistake. But, Gracious Lord, whate’er shall be, Don’t let anyone bomb me.

And is it true, This most tremendous tale of all, Seen in a stained-glass window’s hue, A Baby in an ox’s stall? The Maker of the stars and sea Become a Child on earth for me? And is it true? For if it is, No loving fingers tying strings Around those tissued fripperies, The sweet […]

Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.

When things go wrong it’s rather tame To find we are ourselves to blame, It gets the trouble over quicker, To go and blame things on the Vicar. The Vicar, after all, is paid To keep us bright and undismayed.