The worst of slaves is he whom passion rules.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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