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.

I'd just as soon play tennis with the net down.

Thinking is not to agree or disagree. That's voting.

Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes Is the deed ever truly done For Heaven and the future's sakes

All great things are done for their own sake.

And nothing to look backward to with pride, and nothing to look forward to with hope.

Good fences make good neighbors.