No man can be explained by his personal history, least of all a poet.

Childhood is the fiery furnace in which we are melted down to essentials and that essential shaped for good.

We pity people too often for the wrong reasons.

There are so many things that we are capable of, that we could be or do. The potentialities are so great that we never, any of us, are more than one-fourth fulfilled.

Grant that the idea of God is the most splendid single act of the creative human imagination, and that all his multiple faces and attributes correspond to some need and satisfy some deep desire in mankind; still, for the Inquirers, it is impossible not to conclude that this mystical concept has been harnessed rudely to machinery of the most mundane sort, and has been made to serve the ends of an organization which, ruling under divine guidance, has ruled very little better, and in some respects, worse, than certain rather mediocre but frankly manmade systems of government.

There is no such thing as an exact synonym and no such thing as an unmixed motive.

One of the marks of a gift is to have the courage of it.