The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader. I know people who read without hearing the sentence sounds and they were the fastest readers. Eye readers we call them. They get the meaning by glances. But they are bad readers because they miss the best part of what a good writer puts into his work.

There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.

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

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.

Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow.

Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

Both T.S. Eliot and I like to play, but I like to play euchre, while he likes to play Eucharist.