Not philosophy, after all, not humanity, just sheer joyous power of song, is the primal thing in poetry.

It is a part of English hypocrisy or English reserve, that whilst we are fluent enough in grumbling about small inconveniences, we insist on making light of any great difficulties or grief's that may beset us.

Of course we all know that Morris was a wonderful all-round man, but the act of walking round him has always tired me.

Strange when you come to think of it, that of all countless folk who have lived on this planet, not one is known in history or in legend as having died of laughter.

To give and then not feel that one has given is the very best of all ways of giving.

Reverence is a good thing, and part of its value is that the more we revere a man, the more sharply are we struck by anything in him (and there is always much) that is incongruous with his greatness.

She was one of those people who said I don't know anything about music, but I know what I like.