A ghost in marble of a girl you knew Who would have loved you in a day or two.

I love humanity but I hate people.

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

I have loved badly, loved the great Too soon, withdrawn my words too late; And eaten in an echoing hall Alone and from a chipped plate The words that I withdrew too late.

There is no God. But it does not matter. Man is enough.

A grave is such a quiet place.

To be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died, who neither listen nor speak.