Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.

When work becomes play, and play becomes your work, your life unfolds.

It takes all sorts of in and outdoor schooling To get adapted to my kind of fooling.

Come grow old with me, for the best is yet to come!

I could define poetry this way: it is that which is lost out of both prose and verse in translation.

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.

The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.