I may be smelly and I may be old, Rough in my pebbles, reedy in my pools, But where my fish float by I bless their swimming, And I like the people to bathe in me especially women.

If a lady comes up to you and tells you that your dear mama is lying in a faint on the pavement round the corner, don't you believe her, don't have anything to do with her, do not go with her into the cab. It is the White Slave Traffic.

Death's not a separation or alteration or parting; it's just a one-handled door.

Colours are what drive me most strongly.

I don't think Auden liked my poetry very much, he's very Anglican.

O happy dogs of England, Bark well at errand boys, If you lived anywhere else, You would not be allowed to make such an infernal noise.

one never knows really how things are with other people, they just do always seem more spirited than oneself somehow.