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

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

Where's the need of singing now?

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

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.

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