Let's not be narrow, nasty, and negative.

And all shall be well and/ All manner of thing shall be well/ By the purification of the motive/ In the ground of our beseeching

You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.' —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Od' und leer das Meer.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us... and we drown.

I hate university towns and university people, who are the same everywhere, with pregnant wives, sprawling children, many books and hideous pictures on the walls ... Oxford is very pretty, but I don't like to be dead.

Disillusion can become itself an illusion If we rest in it.

The Church must be forever building, for it is forever decaying within and attacked from without.