“AwayThere is no sorrowTime heals never;No loss, betrayal,Beyond repair.Balm for the soul, then,Though grave shall severLover from lovedAnd all they share.See the sweet sun shinesThe shower is over;Flowers preen their beauty,The day how fair!Brood not too closelyOn love, on duty;Friends long forgotten May wait you whereLife with death Brings all to an issue;None will long mourn for you,Pray for you, miss you,Your place left vacant,You not there.”

“Slim cunning hands at rest, and cozening eyes,Under this stone one loved too wildly lies;How false she was, no granite could declare;Nor all earth's flowers, how fair.”

“I believe in the devil, in the Powers of Darkness, Lawford, as firmly as I believe he and they are powerless – in the long run. They – what shall we say? - have surrendered their intrinsicality. You can just go through evil, as you can go through a sewer, and come out on the other side. A loathsome process too.”

“As long as I shall liveI shall always beMy Self-and no other,Just Me.”

“It was this mystery, bereft now of all fear, and this beauty together that made life the endless, changing and yet changeless, thing it was. And yet mystery and loveliness alike were really only appreciable with one's legs, as it were, dangling down over into the grave.”

“As long as I live I shall always be My Self - and no other, Just me.”

“Lear, Macbeth. Mercutio – they live on their own as it were. The newspapers are full of them, if we were only the Shakespeares to see it. Have you ever been in a Police Court? Have you ever watched tradesmen behind their counters? My soul, the secrets walking in the streets! You jostle them at every corner. There's a Polonius in every first-class railway carriage, and as many Juliets as there are boarding-schools. ... How inexhaustibly rich everything is, if you only stick to life.”