John Betjeman Quotes
| Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows. |
| I don't think I am any good. If I thought I was any good, I wouldn't be. |
| Now if the harvest is over, And the world cold, Give me the bonus of laughter, As I lose hold. |
| Silver and ermine and red faces full of port wine. |