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

People who are always praising the past And especially the time of faith as best Ought to go and live in the Middle Ages And be burnt at the stake as witches and sages.

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

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.

The human creature is alone in his carapace. Poetry is a strong way out.

It is an amiable part of human nature, that we should love our animals; it is even better to love them to the point of folly, than not to love them at all.

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