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.

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

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.

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.

And here face down beneath the sunAnd here upon earth's noonward heightTo feel the always coming onThe always rising of the night

Break the character and independence of your man and you will have an obedient trooper.

Church is not a museum for Saints, but rather a hospital for sinners.

Onstage, there's no hiding; you either can or can't act. There's no second take.

Im really good at writing almost hits.

trying to read his face. It was like a book written in a foreign language she'd studied all too briefly.

I cannot bring myself to vote for a woman who has been voice-trained to speak to me as though my dog has just died.

President Obama's health care law raided Medicare in the tune of five hundred million dollars to create a new program.

How much are you worth? Jesus says, with his arms stretched out on the cross, "I'm willing to die for you, because you mean this much to me."

An idea is an eye given by God for the seeing of God. Some of these eyes we cannot bear to look out of; we blind them as quickly as possible.