Saki says that youth is like hors d'oeuvres: you are so busy thinking of the next courses you don't notice it. When you've had them, you wish you'd had more hors d'oeuvres.

I'd like to think...that people in pubs would talk about my poems

What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. Theyare to be happy in: Where can we live but days?

I didn't choose poetry: poetry chose me.

They say eyes clear with age.

We should be careful / Of each other, we should be kind / While there is still time.

So many things I had thought forgotten Return to my mind with stranger pain: Like letters that arrive addressed to someone Who left the house so many years ago.