For, dear me, why abandon a belief, Merely because it ceases to be true, Cling to it long enough, and not a doubt, It will turn true again, for so it goes.

When I see birches bend to left and right... I like to think some boy's been swinging them.

We're either nothing or a God's regret.

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

The difference between a job and a career is the difference between forty and sixty hours a week.

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

You can be a little ungrammatical if you come from the right part of the country.