"The years like great black oxen tread the world, And God the herdsman goads them on behind, And I am broken by their passing feet."

"Civilisation is hooped together, brought. Under a rule, under the semblance of peace. By manifold illusion, but Man's life is thought, And he, despite his terror, cannot cease, Ravening through centur…"

"Was it needless death after all? / For England may keep faith / For all that is done and said. / We know their dream: enough / To know they dreamed and are dead."

"I have been writing a book on spiritism for some years."

"How can the arts overcome the slow dying of men's hearts that we call progress?"