Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results.

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must.

Do we mean love, when we say love?

To restore silence is the role of objects.

All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.

I knew it would soon be the end, so I played the part, you know, the part of — how shall I say, I don’t know.

Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning.