I have in later years taken to Euclid, Whitehead, Bertrand Russell, in an elemental way.

Every blunder behind us is giving a cheer for us, and only for those who were willing to fail are the dangers and splendors of life.

Poetry is a section of river-fog and moving boat-lights, delivered between bridges and whistles, so one says, 'Oh!' and another, 'How?'

There is only one man in the world and his name is All Men. There is only one woman in the world and her name is All Women. There is only one child in the world and the child's name is All Children.

The squeaky wheel gets the grease but the quacking duck gets shot.

I fell in love, not deep, but I fell several times and then fell out.

To those who had ordered them to death, one of them said: “We die because the people are asleep and you will die because the people will awaken.”