The eastern light our spires touch at morning, The light that slants upon our western doors at evening, The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight, Moon light and star light, owl and moth light, Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade. O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!

For you know only a heap of broken images

The majority of poems one outgrows and outlives, as one outgrows and outlives the majority of human passions.

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be: am an attendant lord, one that will do to swell a progress, start a scene or two, advise the prince.

A thousand policemen directing traffic cannot tell you why you come or where you go.

Those who talk of the bible as a monument of English prose are merely admiring it as a monument over the grave of Christianity.

Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended