If you know much about your work – why you work, how you work, your aims – you are probably not a poet.

I thought she had a good heart, though not much respectability- or maybe it was because of that.

It’s the folks that depend on us for this and for the other that we most do miss.

Labor brings a thing nearer the hearts core.

To many women marriage is only this. It is merely a physical change impinging on their ordinary nature, leaving their mentality untouched, their self-possession intact. They are not burnt by even the red fire of physical passion – far less by the white fire of love.

I love you already, and if these things be done in the dry tree, what shall be done in the green?

Beguildy looked at me over the rim of a great measure of mead. ‘Saddle your dreams afore you ride ‘em, my wench,’ he said.

The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow’s past.

For the world is founded and built up on death, and the reality of death is neither to be questioned nor feared. Death is a dark dream, but it is not a nightmare. It is mankind’s lack of pity, mankind’s fatal propensity for torture, that is the nightmare.

We are tomorrow’s past.