They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.

The self does not realize itself most fully when self-realization is its most constant aim.

If you will tell me why the fen appears impassable, I then will tell you why I think that I can cross it if I try.

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

The heart that gives, gathers.

We prove, we do not explain, our birth.

Wolf's wool is the best of wool, / but it cannot be sheared because / the wolf will not comply.