“The clouds, never expect it,
When it rains
But the sea changes color,
But the sea does not change,
, And so with the slow graceful
Flow of age, I went forth with an,
Age old desire to please,
On the edge of seventeen.”

Source: The Shoes of Happiness, and Other Poems (1913), The Crowning Hour, I
Context: p>It was ages ago in life's first wonder
I found you, Virgilia, wild sea-heart;
And 'twas ages ago that we went asunder,
Ages and worlds apart.Your luminous face and your hair's dark glory,
I knew them of old by an ocean-stream,
In a far, first world now turned to story,
Now faded back to dream.</p

Lama’at (Divine Flashes)

PENN Address (2004)
Context: I didn't expect change to come so slow, so agonizingly slow. I didn't realize that the biggest obstacle to political and social progress wasn't the Free Masons, or the Establishment, or the boot heel of whatever you consider 'the Man' to be, it was something much more subtle. As the Provost just referred to, a combination of our own indifference and the Kafkaesque labyrinth of 'no's you encounter as people vanish down the corridors of bureaucracy.

Lady Wentworth.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

"A NOTE TO THOSE GROWNUPS WHO MIGHT READ THIS BOOK TO CHILDREN", as translated by Antonio T. de Nicolas (1985), p. xv.
‪Platero and I‬ (1917)
Context: Island of grace, of freshness and of joy, Golden Age of children; always I could find you in my life, a sea of mourning; let your breeze lend me its lyre high and sometimes senseless like the trill of the lark in the white sun of morning.
I have never written nor will I ever write anything for children, because I believe the child can read the books that grownups read, with some few exceptions that come to everyone's mind. There are of course exceptions too for men and for women.

<p>Eu não vi o mar.
Não sei se o mar é bonito.
Não sei se ele é bravo.
O mar não me importa.</p><p>Eu vi a lagoa.
A lagoa, sim.
A lagoa é grande
e calma também.</p><p>Na chuva de cores
da tarde que explode,
a lagoa brilha.
A lagoa se pinta
de todas as cores.
Eu não vi o mar.
Eu vi a lagoa...</p>

"Lagoa" ["Lake"]
Alguma Poesia [Some Poetry] (1930)

On the general election of 1979, quoted in Kenneth Morgan, Callaghan: A Life (1997), p. 697
Prime Minister

Bk. I, ch. 1
The Return of the Native (1878)

p 4
The Sense of Style (2014)