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)

Skepticism, is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, Well, what have we here?

There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't, and that's a wife who can't cook and will.

I have miles to go before I sleep.

Nothing flatters me more than to have it assumed that I could write prose, unless it be to have it assumed that I once pitched a baseball with distinction.

I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago.

The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.