I never read prefaces, and it is not much good writing things just for people to skip. I wonder other authors have never thought of this.

People think six is a great many, when it's children. ...they don't mind six pairs of boots, or six pounds of apples, or six oranges, especially in equations, but they seem to think that you ought not to have five brothers and sisters.

The ones as big as sheep were easier to avoid, because you could see them coming, but when they flew in at the window and curled up under your eiderdown, and you did not find them till you went to bed, it was always a shock. The ones this size did not eat people, only lettuces, but they always scorched the sheets and pillowcases dreadfully.

A red, red rose, all wet with dew, With leaves of green by red shot through.

I never read prefaces, and it is not much good writing things just for people to skip. I wonder other authors have never thought of this.

Time is, as you are probably aware, merely a convenient fiction. There is no such thing as time.

One of the uses of poetry - one says it to oneself in distressing circumstances, ... or when one has to wait at railway stations, or when one cannot get to sleep at night.