We had two grand antique professors who had been teaching at Lombard since before I was born.

People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened.

Often I look back and see that I had been many kinds of a fool-and that I had been happy in being this or that kind of fool.

Beware of advice-even this.

Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?

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

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.