The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood - sex and the dead.

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

When we are young we long to tread a way none have trod before

This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.