Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.

- Walter De La Mare

An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.

- Walter De La Mare

What lovely things Thy hand hath made.

- Walter De La Mare

After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts - like a Chinese nest of boxes - oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in f…

- Walter De La Mare

Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon.

- Walter De La Mare

Once a man strays out of the common herd, he's more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels.

- Walter De La Mare

What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.

- Walter De La Mare

Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour

- Walter De La Mare

Without imagination of the one kind or of the other, mortal existence is indeed a dreary and prosaic business... Illumined by the imagination, our li…

- Walter De La Mare