- I don't understand Ethel. I don't, I don't really. / She's one of my very best friends, just about the best, nearly. / She's an awfully nice girl, Ethel is, dainty and refined, / I mean she'd never do or say anything unkind. / But get her inside a stadium and she seems to go out of her mind.
- Progress everywhere today does seem to come so very heavily disguised as chaos. (1978)
- If I should go before the rest of you / Break not a flower, nor inscribe a stone / Nor, when I'm gone, speak in a Sunday voice / But be the usual selves that I have known.
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