He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience.

Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech

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

In the end is my beginning.

No scheme for a change of society can be made to appear immediately palatable, except by falsehood, until society has become so desperate that it will accept any change.

The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.

The sense of wellbeing! Its often with us When we are young, but then it's not noticed; And by the time one has grown to consciousness It comes less often.