My love came back to me Under the November tree Shelterless and dim. He put his hand upon my shoulder, He did not think me strange or older, Nor I, him.
Francis CornfordNothing is ever done until everyone is convinced that it ought to be done, and has been convinced for so long that it is now time to do something else.
Francis CornfordPropaganda is that branch of the art of lying which consists in nearly deceiving your friends without quite deceiving your enemies.
Francis CornfordI had a little dog and my dog was very small....Of all the treasures that were mine, I loved him most of all.
Francis Cornford