What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, yo...u were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Twelve o'clock! It is the natural centre, key-stone, and very heart of the day. At that hour, the sun has arrived at the top of hi...s hill; and as he seems to hang poised there a while, before coming down on the other side, it is but reasonable to suppose that he is then stopping to dine; setting an eminent example to all mankind.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
During those years in Stamps, I met and fell in love with William Shakespeare. He was my first white love.... it was Shakespeare w...ho said, "When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes." It was a state of mind with which I found myself most familiar. I pacified myself about his whiteness by saying that after all he had been dead so long it couldn't matter to anyone any more.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing... Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Men have come to speak of the revelation as somewhat long ago given and done, as if God were dead. The injury to faith throttles t...he preacher; and the goodliest of institutions becomes an uncertain and inarticulate voice.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
... after being at the top, I don't think I could play senior tournaments, because you know how good you were. I don't know if I w...ould enjoy that, being half of what I was.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »