I took to wearing a black tie known as the Ascot, with long drooping ends. I had seen pictures of painters, sculptors, poets, wearing this style of tie.

Calling it off comes easy enough if you haven't told the girl you are smitten with her.

Yesterday is done. Tomorrow never comes. Today is here. If you don't know what to do, sit still and listen. You may hear something. Nobody knows.

I have often wondered what it is an old building can do to you when you happen to know a little about things that went on long ago in that building.

I had taken a course in Ethics. I read a thick textbook, heard the class discussions and came out of it saying I hadn't learned a thing I didn't know before about morals and what is right or wrong in human conduct.

There is no song to your singing.

We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.