Books fall open, you fall in.
But man must light for man The fires no other can, And find in his own eye Where the strange crossroads lie.
Life is a garment we continuously alter, but which never seems to fit.
A handful of sand is an anthology of the universe.
The decent docent doesn't doze; He teaches standing on his toes. His students dassn't doze and does, And that's what teaching is and was.
A pedestrian is a man in danger of his life. A walker is a man in possession of his soul.