Quotes by : Henry de Vere Stacpoole

When we have learnt to call storms, storms, and death, death, and birth, birth, when we have mastered....

The moon rose up that evening and shot her silver arrows at the house under the artu tree. The house....

Memory cannot produce a picture that Imagination has not retouched; and her pictures, even the ones least....

A great sea fog is not homogenous--its density varies: it is honeycombed with streets, it has its caves....