The lines marking a penalty area are a disgrace to the playing fields of a public school.

How nature loves the incomplete. She knows If she drew a conclusion it would finish her.

Poetry is a language in which man explores his own amazement.

We must each find our separate meaning in the persuasion of our days until we meet in the meaning of the world.

Life itself is the real and most miraculous miracle of all. If one had never before seen a human hand and were suddenly presented for the first time with this strange and wonderful thing, what a miracle, what a magnificently shocking and inexplicable and mysterious thing it would be.

What is madness To those who only observe, is often wisdom To those to whom it happens.

How can we be scrupulous In a life which, from birth onwards, is so determined To wring us dry of any serenity at all?