For him who fain would teach the world The world holds hate in fee- For Socrates, the hemlock cup; For Christ, Gethsemane.

A great many people who spend their time mourning over the brevity of life could make it seem longer if they did a little more work.

The chief obstacle to the progress of the human race is the human race.

Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.

This is another day! Are its eyes blurred with maudlin grief for any wasted past? A thousand thousand failures shall not daunt! Let dust clasp dust, death, death; I am alive!

He worked like hell in the country so he could live in the city, where he worked like hell so he could live in the country.

The trouble with the public is that there is too much of it; what we need in public is less quantity and more quality.