Unfortunately there is nothing more inane than an Easter carol. It is a religious perversion of the activity of Spring in our blood.

True villains are extremely photogenic.

All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The imagination is one of the forces of nature.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

I do not know which to prefer - The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.

One of the disadvantages of almost universal education was the fact that all kinds of persons acquired a familiarity with one's favourite writers. It gave one a curious feeling

We owe our children – the most vulnerable citizens in any society – a life free from violence and fear.

Are there memories left that are safe from the clutches of phony anniversaries?

For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortunes or birth.

But you're not necessarily ever going to be handed a script where you can say: it's all done and perfect

Love is a divine flame.

Architecture is petrified music.

He that lives not well one yeare, sorrowes seven after. [He that lives not well one year sorrows seven years after.]

The new frontier lies not beyond the planets but within each one of us.

The search for extra-terrestrial life is a failure until that moment when it suddenly becomes a success.