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.

There's little comfort in the wise

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.

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

I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have.

Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly, immortally, calamitously, hearteningly, adorably beautiful.