People who read me seem to be divided into four groups: twenty-five percent like me for the right reasons; twenty-five percent like me for the wrong reasons; twenty-five percent hate me for the wrong reasons; twenty-five percent hate me for the right reasons. It's that last twenty-five percent that worries me.

Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar.

Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.

They would not find me changed from him they knew - only more sure of all I thought was true.

Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.

A jury consists of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawyer.

Any eye is an evil eye That looks in on to a mood apart.