The poets of each generation seldom sing a new song. They turn to themes men always have loved, and sing them in the mode of their times.

The real world is not easy to live in. It is rough; it is slippery. Without the most clear-eyed adjustments we fall and get crushed. A man must stay sober; not always, but most of the time.

Reason is the servant of instinct.

The poets of each generation seldom sing a new song. They turn to themes men always have loved, and sing them in the mode of their times.

A universe capable of giving birth to many such accidents is-- blind or not-- a good world to live in, a promising universe.

This is a hard and precarious world, where every mistake and infirmity must be paid for in full.

Will and wisdom are both mighty leaders. Our times worship will.