Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.

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

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

Where's the need of singing now?

Life is the game that must be played.

The world is a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell "God" with the wrong blocks.

And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.