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

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

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.

And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, With eyes as wise, but kindlier, and lips as soft, but true, and I dare say she will do.

Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?