But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth one who swam ere rivers were begun, immense of fishy form and mind, squamous omnipotent, and kind.

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

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.

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

But there's wisdom in women, of more than they have known, And thoughts go blowing through them, are wiser than their own.

Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.

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