Scholars and artists thrown together are often annoyed at the puzzle of where they differ. Both work from knowledge; but I suspectthey differ most importantly in the way their knowledge is come by. Scholars get theirs with conscientious thoroughness along projected lines of logic; poets theirs cavalierly and as it happens in and out of books. They stick to nothing deliberately, but let what will stick to them like burrs where they walk in the fields.

It's a funny thing that when a man hasn't anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.

There is absolutely no reason for being rushed along with the rush. Everybody should be free to go slow.

Sentences are not different enough to hold the attention unless they are dramatic. No ingenuity of varying structure will do. All that can save them is the speaking tone of voice somehow entangled in the words and fastened to the page for the ear of the imagination. That is all that can save poetry from sing-song, all that can save prose from itself.

If one by one we counted people out

The old dog barks backward without getting up I can remember when he was a pup.

As it is more blessed to receive, so it must be more blessed to receive than to give back.