Stevie Smith Quotes

Scorpion so wishes to be gone.

‘This night shall thy soul be required of thee.’ My soul is never required of me It always has to be somebody else of course. Will my soul be required of me tonight perhaps?

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.