And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish

There are only three things in the world, one is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry.

If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England.

Store up reservoirs of calm and content and draw on them at later moments when the source isn't there, but the need is very great.

For Cambridge people rarely smile, Being urban, squat, and packed with guile.

Youth is stranger than fiction.

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.