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

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.

I like food, I like stripping vegetables of their skins, I like to have a slim young parsnip under my knife.

I'm sorry to say my dear wife is a dreamer, and as she dreams she gets paler and leaner. Then be off to your Dream, with his fly-away hat, I stay with the girls who are happy and fat.

These thoughts are depressing I know. They are depressing, I wish I was more cheerful, it is more pleasant, Also it is a duty, we should smile as well as submitting To the purpose of One Above who is experimenting With various mixtures of human character which goes best, All is interesting for him it is exciting, but not for us. There I go again. Smile, smile, and get some work to do Then you will be practically unconscious without positively having to go.

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

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