Keats mourned that the rainbow, which as a boy had been for him a magic thing, had lost its glory because the physicists had found it resulted merely from the refraction of the sunlight by the raindrops. Yet knowledge of its causation could not spoil the rainbow for me. I am sure that it is not given to man to be omniscient. There will always be something left to know, something to excite the imagination of the poet and those attuned to the great world in which they live (p. 64)

I never feel more at home than at a ballgame.

Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.

Unless you are educated in metaphor, you are not safe to be let loose in the world.

A liberal is a man too broadminded to take his own side in a quarrel.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orch-ard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night.

And nothing to look backward to with pride, and nothing to look forward to with hope.