This morning I deleted the hyphen from "hell-bound" and made it one word; this afternoon I redivided it and restored the hyphen.

Pity is like a knife, sometimes, and it may pierce one who employs it more shrewdly than the victim it would save.

Youth sees too far to see how near it is To seeing farther.

I am living on hope and faith ... a pretty good diet when the mind will receive them.

This morning I deleted the hyphen from "hell-bound" and made it one word; this afternoon I redivided it and restored the hyphen.

I wonder more and more just where I may have come out if I had never seen Harvard Square.

Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.