Stevie Smith Quotes

Oh I am a cat that likes to Gallop about doing good.

Scorpion so wishes to be gone.

Private Means is dead God rest his soul, officers and fellow-rankers said.

I long for the Person from Porlock To bring my thoughts to an end. I am growing impatient to see him I think of him as a friend.

Why does my Muse only speak when she is unhappy? She does not, I only listen when I am unhappy When I am happy I live and despise writing For my Muse this cannot but be dispiriting.

Shall I tell you the signs of a New Age coming? It is a sound of drubbing and sobbing Of people crying, We are old, we are old And the sun is going down and becoming cold.