Not philosophy, after all, not humanity, just sheer joyous power of song, is the primal thing in poetry.

We must stop talking about the American dream and start listening to the dreams of Americans.

Men of genius are not quick judges of character. Deep thinking and high imagining blunt that trivial instinct by which you and I size people up.

Every one, even the richest and most munificent of men, pays much by cheque more light-heartedly than he pays little in specie.

One might well say that mankind is divisible into two great classes: hosts and guests.

Somehow, our sense of justice never turns in its sleep till long after the sense of injustice in others has been thoroughly aroused.

People are either born hosts or born guests.