Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me

We think-although of course, now, we very seldom Clearly think- That the other side of War is Peace.

The Englishman foxtrots as he fox-hunts, with all his being, through thickets, through ditches, over hedges, through chiffons, through waiters, over saxophones, to the victorious finish; and who goes home depends on how many the ambulance will accommodate.

Euclid alone Has looked on Beauty bare. Fortunate they Who, though once only and then but far away, Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.

I saw and heard, and knew at last The How and Why of all things, past, and present, and forevermore.

I find that I never lose Bach. I don't know why I have always loved him so. Except that he is so pure, so relentless and incorruptible, like a principle of geometry.

If ever I said in grief or pride, I'd tired of honest things, I lied.