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

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

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

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

I have been reading the Old Testament, a most bloodthirsty and perilous book for the young. Jehovah is beyond doubt the worst character in fiction.

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

Friends: people who borrow my books and set wet glasses on them.