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

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

Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend!

I have need to busy my heart with quietude.

A book may be compared to your neighbor: if it be good, it cannot last too long; if bad, you cannot get rid of it too early.

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.