His are the quiet steeps of dreamland, The waters of no-more-pain; His ram's bell rings 'neath an arch of stars, "Rest, rest, and rest again.

All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.

All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat.

A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream.

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 front - in our ancestors, back and back until.

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

What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.

And some win peace who spend The skill of words to sweeten despair Of finding consolation where Life has but one dark end.

A lost but happy dream may shed its light upon our waking hours, and the whole day may be infected with the gloom of a dreary or sorrowful one; yet of neither may we be able to recover a trace.

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

For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there; That music, remote, forlorn.

When in doubt, ignore and be horribly unimpressed

Ponytail girl leaned over and she and the tall boy kissed and it was carcinogen gums and magical.

When its time has come the prey goes to the hunter.

At the same time, television theatre became more visibly active.

Worthless is the nation that does not gladly stake its all on its honor.

My career is going better now than when I was younger. Now I get the part. Back then, I'd get the girl.

It's time to tear up the canvas and start over. It's time for the overhaul of humanity.

I think we should have a day off for Father's Day. Dads work very hard. And to be fair, a day off for Mums too, as they work hard. And more bank holidays. They rock.

I'm in the retail business, not the circus business.

A writer's duty is to register what it is like for him or her to be in the world.