It's rather an exhilarating feeling. It's 6 or 7 when you get up and go out into the fields wearing your Wellingtons or high boots. You know that at this very hour half the nation does the same thing, which gives you, with the benefit of hindsight, a satisfaction in doing those things, too, a knowledge, a sense of the nation. I was a city boy until then.

Snobbery? But it's only a form of despair.

For darkness restores what light cannot repair.

There's nothing as dear as the sight of ruins.

On the whole, love comes with the speed of light; separation, with that of sound.

In poetic thought, the role of the subconscious is played by euphony.

The eye identifies itself not with the body it belongs to but with the object of its attention.