The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood This Eastertide call into mind the men, Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should Have gathered them and will do never again.

The simple lack of her is more to me than others' presence.

If I should ever by chance grow richI'll buy Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch,Roses, Pyrgo, and Lapwater,And let them all to my eldest daughter.

Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed The speculating rooks at their nests cawed And saw from elm tops, delicate as flower of grass, What we below could not see, Winter pass.

How nice it would be to be dead if only we could know we were dead. That is what I hate, the not being able to turn round in the grave and to say It is over.

As well as any bloom upon a flower I like the dust on the nettles, never lost Except to prove the sweetness of a shower.

A merely great intellect can produce prose, but not poetry, not one line.

Making war or rebellion is messy, like eating soup off a knife.

Verse is the natural speech of men, as singing is of birds'The Week's Survey, 18 June 1904

Yes; I remember Adlestrop- The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June.

I built myself a house of glass:It took me years to make it:And I was proud. But now, alas!Would God someone would break it.

Swirl into joy today by sharing your caring with the world. Be a pillar of positivity.

You're the sort of girl that should only have happiness, you know? Who should wake up smiling, feeling special because someone does everything they can to make that so.

If God would concede me His omnipotence for 24 hours, you would see how many changes I would make in the world. But if He gave me His wisdom too, I would leave things as they are.

If practice makes perfect, and no one's perfect, then why practice?

Whenever you don't have a good game, whether you're a starter, reliever, whatever, you definitely want to get out there again as soon as you can.

How can your God become our God and renew our prosperity and awaken in us dreams of returning greatness?

The people that hurt you are the ones you love because you are the most open to them.

Life, I fancy, would very often be insupportable, but for the luxury of self compassion.

Never ask a man where he has been.

Moderation is commonly firm, and firmness is commonly successful.