“ Let them enjoy their Eden while they can; though there's plenty of apples, I fear, on the tree yet, Mr Lawford. Walter de la Mare
“ Oh, pity the poor gluttonWhose troubles all beginIn struggling on and on to turnWhat's out into what's in. Walter de la Mare
“ His brow is seamed with line and scar;His cheek is red and dark as wine;The fires as of a Northern starBeneath his cap of sable shine.His right hand, bared of leathern glove,Hangs open like an iron gi… Walter de la Mare
“ Hi handsome hunting man Fire your little gun Bang! Now the animal Is dead and dumb and done. Nevermore to peep again creep again leap again Eat or sleep or drink again. Oh what fun. Walter de la Mare
“ There anybody there?' said the Traveller,Knocking on the moonlit door;And his horse in the silence champed the grassesOf the forest's ferny floor.And a bird flew up out of the turret,Above the Travell… Walter de la Mare
“ It's a very odd thing As odd as can be That whatever Miss T. eats Turns into Miss T. Walter de la Mare
“ A poor old Widow in her weedsSowed her garden with wild-flower seeds;Not too shallow, and not too deep,And down came April -- drip -- drip -- drip.Up shone May, like gold, and soonGreen as an arbour g… Walter de la Mare
“ The time's gone by for sentiment and all that foolery. Mercy's all very well but after all it's justice that clinches the bargain. Walter de la Mare
“ 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 c… Walter de la Mare
“ Poor sleepers should endeavor to compose themselves. Tampering with empty space, stirring up echoes in pitch-black pits of darkness is scarcely sedative.("Out Of The Deep") Walter de la Mare
“ Pausing on the threshold, he looked in, conscious not so much of the few familiar sticks of furniture - the trucklebed, the worn strip of Brussels carpet, the chipped blue-banded ewer and basin, the f… Walter de la Mare
“ 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 appre… Walter de la Mare
“ When there hasn't been anything there, nothing can be said to have vanished from the place where it has not been.("Out Of The Deep") Walter de la Mare
“ It was to be a day of queer experiences. He had never realized with how many miracles mere everyday life is besieged. Walter de la Mare
“ Once a man strays out of the common herd, he's more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels. Walter de la Mare
“ Lawford had soundlessly stolen a pace or two nearer, and by stopping forward he could, each in turn, scrutinize the little intent company sitting over his story around the lamp at the further end of t… Walter de la Mare
“ In these days of faith-cures, and hypnotism, and telepathy, and subliminalities – why, the simple old world grows very confusing. But rarely, very rarely novel. Walter de la Mare
“ Thinking is like a fountain. Once it gets going at a certain pressure, well, it almost impossible to turn it off. And, my hat! what odd things come up with the water!("Out Of The Deep") Walter de la Mare
“ It is very seldom that one encounters what would appear to be sheer unadulterated evil in a human face; an evil, I mean, active, deliberate, deadly, dangerous. Folly, heedlessness, vanity, pride, craf… Walter de la Mare
“ Yes, after all, this by now was his customary loneliness: there was little else he desired for the present than the hospitality of the dark. Walter de la Mare
