T. H. White Quotes

Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically -- to those who hardly think about us in return.

Ther days may come,/Ther days may go,/But still the light of Mem'ry weaves/Those gentle dreams/Of long ago

I would recommend a solo flight to all prospective suicides. It tends to make clear the issue of whether one enjoys being alive or not.

Aviators live by hours, not by days.

Dogs, like very small children, are quite mad.

The fisherman fishes as the urchin eats cream buns, from lust.

The most difficult thing in the world is to know how to do a thing and to watch somebody else doing it wrong, without comment.

Little child
Who was me once,
My pity on you—
And reverence.If we could meet
Where I once strayed,
The betrayer
And the betrayed.If we could win back
In Time's defiance,
Would you be afeared of me,
Ten-year-old Terence?No, you would not fear.
You would love, trust,
Cherish, admire
This tedious dust.For oh! we were all brimming once
With the sun-sparkled dew.
One heart could have loved this hulk—
The ignorant heart of you.

Be kind, Helen, I am so tired of thinking;
There are so many difficult corridors of thought,
With equal iron banisters leading back again:
So many stone stairs, Helen, up which I sought
To rediscover the windy sky, and stand, blinking,
In the lost sunlight: as bright as pain,
Helen. I would give almost anything now
Even for pain.

Helen whose face was fatal must have wept
Many salt tears to keep her eyes so bright
Many long nights alone: and every night
Men died, she cried, and happy Paris kept
Sweet Helen.

God is love, the bishops tell.
Yes, I know, But love is hell.

God is love, the parson whined.
Yes, and is he also blind?

The once and future king.

The Victorians had not been anxious to go away for the weekend. The Edwardians, on the contrary, were nomadic.