Oh! full Surrey twilight! importunate band! Oh! strongly adorable tennis-girl’s hand! — John Betjeman
Now if the harvest is over, and the world cold, give me the bonus of laughter, as I lose hold. — John Betjeman
Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows. — John Betjeman
Too many people in the modern world view poetry as a luxury, not a necessity like petrol. — John Betjeman