I love a good Dorothy L. Sayers..

Who do you serve? Do you serve somebody? I serve the poem, no one..

I never have anything to talk about..

What God originates, God orchestrates..

I like my work to stand on its own as much as possible..

There is beauty in everything, Just not everybody sees it.

Swallows and Amazons for-ever!.

Some changes are so slow, you don't notice them, others are so fast, they don't notice you..

Ah, the souls of those that die Are but sunbeams lifted higher..

Coldly and capriciously the slanting sunbeams fall..

The keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams..

You can never betray the people who are dead..

Every one of his opinions appears to himself to be written with sunbeams..

Hold out your hands to feel the luxury of the sunbeams..