Death may be the King of terrors... but Jesus is the King of kings!

Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.

Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth follow only beauty and obey only love.

History has remembered the kings and warriors because they destroyed art has remembered the people because they created.

Each of us have things and thoughts and descriptions of an amazing universe in our possession that kings in the 17th Century would have gone to war to possess.

Let there be no mistake. A gay man alone could never begin to replicate the inner workings of the female mind.

It is eerie being all but alone in Westminster Abbey. Without the tourists there are only the dead many of them kings and queens. They speak powerfully and put my thoughts into vivid perspective.

The divine right of husbands like the divine right of kings may it is hoped in this enlightened age be contested without danger.