Turning Wearily, as one would turn to nod goodbye to Rochefoucauld, If the street were time and he as the end of the street.
A wrong attitude toward nature implies, somewhere, a wrong attitude toward God.
Cling, swing, Spring, sing, Swing up into the apple tree.
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
The role of art is not to express the personality but to overcome it.
With cats, some say, one rule is true: Don't speak till you are spoken to.