Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found it was ourselves.

In A Glass of Cider It seemed I was a mite of sediment That waited for the bottom to ferment So I could catch a bubble in ascent. I rode up on one till the bubble burst, And when that left me to sink back reversed I was no worse off than I was at first. I'd catch another bubble if I waited. The thing was to get now and then elated.

The truly educated can listen to any view without losing their temper or self-confidence.

What is this talked-of mystery of birth. But being mounted bareback on the earth?

A civilized society is one which tolerates eccentricity to the point of doubtful sanity.

The worst disease which can afflict executives in their work is not, as popularly supposed, alcoholism; it's egotism.

A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being.