Anthropologists are a connecting link between poets and scientists; though their field-work among primitive peoples has often made them forget the language of science.

But give thanks, at least, that you still have Frost's poems; and when you feel the need of solitude, retreat to the companionship of moon, water, hills and trees. Retreat, he reminds us, should not be confused with escape. And take these poems along for good luck!

Love is a universal migraine. A bright stain on the vision, Blotting out reason.

Truth-loving Persians do not dwell upon The trivial skirmish fought near Marathon.

Hardly one soldier in a hundred was inspired by religious feeling of even the crudest kind. It would have been difficult to remain religious in the trenches even if one had survived the irreligion of the training battalion at home.

I was thinking, "So, I’m Emperor, am I? What nonsense! But at least I'll be able to make people read my books now.

I made no more protests. What was the use of struggling against fate