Louis MacNeice Quotes

His father gave him a box of truisms Shaped like a coffin, then his father died; The truisms remained on the mantelpiece.

For the last blossom is the first blossom And the first blossom is the best blossom And when from Eden we take our way The morning after is the first day.

The best people never land, sir.

The dark was talking to the dead; The lamp was dark beside my bed.

In my childhood trees were green And there was plenty to be seen. Come back early or never come.

Tonight we sleep On the banks of Rubicon—the die is cast; There will be time to audit The accounts later, there will be sunlight later And the equation will come out at last.