Walter De La Mare Quotes

Walter De La Mare Quotes

After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts – like a Chinese nest of boxes – oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front – in our ancestors, back and back until...

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.

Who said, 'All Time's delight
Hath she for narrow bed;
Life's troubled bubble broken'? -
That's what I said.

Science, I am told, is making great strides, experimenting, groping after things which no sane man has ever dreamed of before – without being burned alive for it.

We are *all* we are, and all in a sense we care to dream we are. And for that matter, anything outlandish, bizarre, is a godsend in this rather stodgy life. It is after all just what the old boy said – it's only the impossible that's credible; whatever credible may mean...

Fancies were all very well for a change, but must be only occasional guests in a world devoted to reality.

God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly; first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise.

When indeed you positively press your face, so to speak, against the crystalline window of your eyes, your mind is apt to become a perfect vacuum.

("Out Of The Deep")

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