Why does my muse only speak when she is uhnhappy? She does not, I only listen when I am unhappy.

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.

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

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

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.

My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.

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