I like to see cats in movement. A galloping cat is a fine sight. See it cross the road in a streak, cursed by the drivers of motor cars and buses, dodging the butcher's bicycle, coming safe to the kerb and bellying under its home gate.

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

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

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

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.

I love people, but I love the thought and memory of them just as much.

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