And how am I to face the odds Of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.

Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.

If a man will comprehend the richness and variety of the universe, and inspire his mind with a due measure of wonder and awe, he must contemplate the human intellect not only on its heights of genius but in its abysses of ineptitude.

All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.

Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man's deceiver Was never mine.

They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up.

I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.