Quotes by Conrad Aiken
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die; And youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.
Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.
I love you, what star do you live on?
Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.
. . . Look! this flesh how it crumbles to dust and is blown! These bones, how they grind in the granite of frost and are nothing!...
Should I not hear, as I lie down in dust, The horns of glory blowing above my burial?
