Nor is there wanting in the press Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in it nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth. The tale of earth's unhonored things Sounds nobler there than 'neath the sun; And the mind whirls and the heart sings, And a shout greets the daring one.

Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.

He burned his house down for the fire insurance and spent the proceeds on a telescope.

College is a refuge from hasty judgment.

The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length

I never feel more at home than at a ballgame.

There are tones of voices that mean more than words.