[At a musical concert:] . . . the music's pure algebra of enchantment.

- Conrad Aiken

Death is never an ending, death is a change; Death is beautiful, for death is strange; Death is one dream out of another flowing.

- Conrad Aiken

I ascend from darkness And depart on the winds of space for I know not where; My watch is wound, a key is in my pocket, And the sky is darkened as I …

- Conrad Aiken

It's time to make love, douse the glim; The fireflies twinkle and dim; The stars lean together Like birds of a feather, And the loin lies down with t…

- Conrad Aiken

I love you, what star do you live on?

- Conrad Aiken

Life is the thing--the song of life-- The eager plow, the thirsty knife!

- Conrad Aiken

The hiss was now becoming a roar - the whole world was a vast moving screen of snow - but even now it said peace, it said remoteness, it said cold, i…

- Conrad Aiken

All lovely things will have an ending, all lovely things will fade and die; and youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.

- Conrad Aiken

I've tried it long ago, with hashish and peyote. Fascinating, yes, but no good, no. This, as we find in alcohol, is an escape from awareness, a cheat…

- Conrad Aiken