You, of course, are a rose-- But were always a rose.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart

I'm not a teacher, but an awakener.

I don't like to see things on purpose. I like them to soak in. A friend . . . asked me to go to the top of the Empire State Building once, and I told him that he shouldn't treat New York as a sight-it's feeling, an emotional experience. And the same with every place else.

The middle of the road is where the white line is - and that's the worst place to drive.

The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows.

The style is the man. Rather say the style is the way the man takes himself; and to be at all charming or even bearable, the way is almost rigidly prescribed. If it is with outer seriousness, it must be with inner humor. If it is with outer humor, it must be with inner seriousness. No other way will do.