We prove, we do not explain, our birth.

I, too, dislike it. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in it, after all, a place for the genuine.

Fanaticism? No. Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go.

Men are monopolists of "stars, garters, buttons and other shining baubles"- unfit to be the guardians of another person's happiness.

The mind is an enchanting thing is an enchanted thing, like the glaze on a katydid-wing subdivided by sun till the nettings are legion.

I am hard to disgust, but a pretentious poet can do it

We are suffering from too much sarcasm.