Occupation: Author Birth: February 13, 1881 Death: June 5, 1965
Of troubles know I none, Of pleasures know I many - I rove beneath the sun, Without a single penny..
Cats sleep Anywhere, Any table, Any chair, Top of piano, Window-ledge, In the middle, On the edge..
Ecstasy cannot be constant, or it would kill..
Women are so strangely constructed that they have in them darkness as well as light, though it be but a little curtain hung across the sun. And love ….
I will fight for you, yes, and you will fight for me. And if you have sacrificed joy and courage and beauty and wisdom for my sake, I will give them ….
Of what use to destroy the children of evil? It is evil itself we must destroy at the roots..
All the ill that is in us comes from fear, and all the good from love..
There's Carol like a rolling car, And Martin like a flying bird, And Adam like the Lord's First Word, And Raymond like the Harvest Moon, And Peter li….
No love-story has ever been told twice. I never heard any tale of lovers that did not seem to me as new as the world on its first morning..
Praise with elation Praise every morning Spring's re-creation Of the First Day!.
We do not lose our friends when they die, we only lose sight of them..
In love there are no penalties and no payments, and what is given is indistinguishable from what is received..
Morning has broken Like the first morning. Blackbird has spoken Like the first bird..
Dropt tears have hastened your decay, And brought you one step nigher death; And you have heard, unthrilled, unmoved, The music of Love's golden brea….
In Fleet Street, in Fleet Street, the People are so fleet, They barely touch the cobble-stones with their nimble feet!.
On Hallowe'en the old ghosts come about us, and they speak to some; to others they are dumb..
It's no use crying over spilt evils. It's better to mop them up laughing..
And he loved her, both for her fault and her redemption of it, more than he had ever thought that he could love her; for he had believed that in thei….
Upon your shattered ruins where, This vine will flourish still, as rare, As fresh, as fragrant as of old. Love will not crumble..
He loved her, both for her fault and her redemption of it, more than he had ever thought that he could love her; for he had believed that in their ki….
It seems to me there are no rules, only instances; but perhaps that is because I learned no rules, and am only an instance myself..