Roy Campbell Quotes

Translations, like wives, are seldom faithful if they are in the least attractive.

Giraffes!—a People Who live between the earth and skies, Each in his own religious steeple, Keeping a light-house with his eyes.

He shouldered high his voluntary Cross, Wrestled his hardships into forms of beauty, And taught his gorgon destinies to sing.

Burn, with Athens and with Rome, A sacred city of the mind.

Write with your spade, and garden with your pen, Shove your couplets to their long repose. And type your turnips down the field in rows.

Of all the clever people round me here I most delight in Me—Mine is the only voice I care to hear, And mine the only face I like to see.