The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.

And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

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

Genuine blasphemy, genuine in spirit and not purely verbal, is the product of partial belief, and is as impossible to the complete atheist as to the perfect Christian.

We shall not cease from exploration

We see the light but see not whence it comes. O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!

I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.