It's hard to get into this world and hard to get out of it, and what's in between doesn't make much sense.

He burned his house down for the fire insurance and spent the proceeds on a telescope.

Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.

Loyalty is that for the lack of which your gang will shoot you without benefit of trial by jury.

The poet, as everyone knows, must strike his individual note sometime between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five. He may hold it a long time, or a short time, but it is then that he must strike it or never. School and college have been conducted with the almost express purpose of keeping him busy with something else till the danger of his ever creating anything is past.

No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.