“Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.”
“Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.”
“Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?”
“If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England.”
“But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth one who swam ere rivers were begun, immense of fishy form and mind, squamous omnipotent, and kind.”
“All the little emptiness of love!”
“The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.”
“Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.”
“A book may be compared to your neighbor: if it be good, it cannot last too long; if bad, you cannot get rid of it too early.”