I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

For I have known them all already, known them all— Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

A toothache, or a violent passion, is not necessarily diminished by our knowledge of its causes, its character, its importance or insignificance.

And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.

I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.

I am an Anglo-Catholic in religion, a classicist in literature and a royalist in politics.

After such knowledge, what forgiveness?