Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand. Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

[on going to Sunday school:] It looks like rain, and I hope it will rain cats and dogs and hammers and pitchforks and silver sugar spoons and hay ricks and paper-covered novels and picture frames and rag carpets and toothpicks and skating rinks and birds of paradise and roof gardens and burdocks and French grammars before Sunday school time.

I will come back to you, I swear I will; And you will know me still. I shall be only a little taller Than when I went.

Euclid Alone Has Looked on Beauty Bare.

Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.

Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me

The younger generation forms a country of its own. It has no geographical boundaries. I've talked with young Hungarians in Budapest, with young Italians in Rome, with young Frenchmen in Paris, and with young people all over. ... These young people are going to do things. They are going to change things.