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

Writing is an undertaking for the modest.

You're not free until you've been made captive by supreme belief.

As for butterflies, I can hardly conceive of one's attending upon you; but to question the congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists.

My father used to say, "Superior people never make long visits, have to be shown Longfellows grave, or the glass flowers at Harvard."

The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence.

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