Seek out reality, leave things that seem.

Things said or done long years ago, Or things I did not do or say But thought that I might say or do, Weigh me down, and not a day But something is recalled, M…

God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone; He that sings a lasting song Thinks in a marrow-bone.

My fiftieth year had come and gone, I sat, a solitary man, In a crowded London shop, An open book and empty cup On the marble table-top. While on the shop and …

Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there In small bright specks upon the visible side Of our strange being's party-coloured web.

It is natural for man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she t…

I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath.