For undemocratic reasons and for motives not of State, they arrive at their conclusions, largely inarticulate. Being void of self-expression they confide their views to none; but sometimes in a smoking room, one learns why things were done.

There are nine-and-sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, And every single one of them is right.

When a crew and a captain understand each other to the core, it takes a gale, and more than a gale, to put their ship ashore.

At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun. And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten, And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.

I have my own matches and sulphur, and I'll make my own hell.

When young lips have drunk deep of the bitter waters of hate, suspicion and despair, all the love in the world will not wholly take away that knowledge. Though it may turn darkened eyes for a while to the light, and teach faith where no faith was.

Hear and attend and listen; for this befell and behappened and became and was: O my Best Beloved, when the tame animals were wild.