Not Waving but Drowning Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he's dead It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, They said. Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.

This is the simplest of all thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.

Christianity in the suburb is cheerful. The church is a centre of social activity and those who go to church need never be lonely.

A great artist ... takes what he did not make and makes of it something that only he can make.

Unpopular, lonely and loving, Elinor need not trouble, For if she were not so loving, She would not be so miserable.

all tamed animals are nervous, we have given them reason to be, not only by cruelty but by our love too, that presses upon them. They have not been able to be entirely indifferent to this and untouched by it.

There are moments of despair that come sometimes, when night sets in and a white fog presses against the windows. Then our house changes its shape, rears up and becomes a place of despair. Then fear and rage run simply--and the thought of Death as a friend. This is the simplest of thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.