So when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may choose something like a star To stay our minds on and be staid.

I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you.

Everything written is as good as it is dramatic. It need not declare itself in form, but it is drama or nothing.

A definite purpose, like blinders on a horse, inevitably narrows its possessor's point of view.

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

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

There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't, and that's a wife who can't cook and will.