I love humanity but I hate people.

We were so wholly one I had not thought That we could die apart. I had not thought That I could move,—and you be stiff and still! That I could speak,—and you perforce be dumb! I think our heart-strings were, like warp and woof In some firm fabric, woven in and out; Your golden filaments in fair design Across my duller fibre.

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

One things there's no getting by, I've been a wicked girl, Says I... But, if I can't be sorry I might as well be glad !

Oh, you mean I'm a homosexual! Of course I am, and heterosexual too, but what's that got to do with my headache?

A grave is such a quiet place.

But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.