Places remember events.

Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.

When a man is born...there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.

Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.

Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?

I have left my book, I have left my room, For I heard you singing Through the gloom.

There is only one thing that makes any one athlete better than another, his heart. We all put our underwear on feet first, so we are all human.