Now that cleverness was the fashion most people were clever - even perfect fools; and cleverness after all was often only a bore: all head and no body
Walter de La MareOh, pity the poor glutton Whose troubles all begin In struggling on and on to turn What's out into what's in.
Walter de La MareAll day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat.
Walter de La MareGod has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly; first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise.
Walter de La MareTell them I came, and no one answered, That I kept my word," he said. Never the least stir made the listeners, Though every word he spake Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house From the one man left awake: Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup, And the sound of iron on stone, And how the silence surged softly backward, When the plunging hoofs were gone.
Walter de La Mare