Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone, And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood, Remember only this of our hopeless love That never till Time is done Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one

By the time I was eleven years old, I had been taught that nature, far from abhorring a Vacuum, positively adores it.

The poet is the complete lover of mankind.

One's own surroundings means so much to one, when one is feeling miserable.

When we think of cruelty, we must try to remember the stupidity, the envy, the frustration from which it has arisen.

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.

I have taken this step because I want the discipline, the fire and the authority of the Church. I am hopelessly unworthy of it, but I hope to become worthy.